I wake up in a yellow house with terra cotta floors and a bright yellow kitchen.

I sleep surrounded by colorful hand woven and printed fabrics.

The early morning sun shines in through the windows of the Cloud House. 

Outside our door the terrace is warm and full of potted plants. The cuckoo bird calls and there are parakeets and kites flying overhead.

Coffee waits for us downstairs on the ground floor. The families visiting from the US ask me what we are planning to do for the next few days. I respond ‘absolutely nothing’.