A Morning to Remember

#hellohalloween My last morning at Hotel Minella felt like a farewell scene from a film. The sky was pale pink, the river perfectly still. The gardens shimmered in the early light, and the building stood quiet and elegant, its reflection caught in the windows. I lingered longer than planned — walking the paths one last time, watching the mist lift from the hills. There’s something about mornings here that feel unhurried, as if time itself slows down to give you space to breathe. I left with that peace still sitting quietly in me.