Monday 19 April 2021
To wake up at Casa Etérea is to be utterly alone in the landscape save for the crowing of roosters and the lazy morning howls of dogs further down the hill. Light appears to engulf the entire space, pouring in through shaded glass to fragment on the concrete floor. Outside is a pebbled garden and dipping pool planted with olive, pomegranate, orange and lime trees. Sitting here in the morning with a coffee, I feel as if there’s all the time in the world to follow the shifting light: first, to the right side of the mountain, where it barely shadows the peaks, then creeping down the slope until it sweeps across the hundreds of cacti that surround the house.