La Mortilla is a remote place, dripping with surreal poetry. It is not a place where you "simply stay"; you have to live it as consciously as you possibly can, by keeping your senses in constant vigilance. It is a place where you can be alert without effort.
It is a harsh, wild space, at times struck by the winds; a place of rocks and distant seas, of intense aromas and dreamlike visions, of silent sounds and heavy sleep. It is a place of awakening to the voices of a house that comes back to life.
La Mortilla is also a social place. Keeping to yourself there makes no sense. What does make sense is sharing a routine with your hosts, first of all, and with the other characters who inhabit the mansion: the helpers, the workers, and the other pilgrims on their momentary stay; a multitude of voices and experiences, of stimuli and discoveries.
La Mortilla won't find itself: it is a space hidden by its obvious self-evidence, and therefore it must be looked for regularly and with precision. The search will therefore be difficult, but when you find it, your journey and efforts will be repaid with surprise, and satisfaction. (by G.Maria Bianchi - educator, writer, and most of all, friend.)