Stairs from a Fairy Glen
A room called LA KAJERA, replaced a door yard orange tree that perished to make space. A folly, recalling a youthful time spent on Patmos, where the mountain rocks intrude into the houses and where black-shawled women use rustic stairs with no railing supports.
Mama broke her foot just walking down these stairs. She went home in a cast. During the two years that the Tampa/Merida Gambling Ferry operated, she crossed the Gulf, alone, as an eighty year old invalid. This eccentric room hangs over an ancient patio well (pozo) and is a mossy glen of ferns, small frogs, and fairy wings.