The farm that became the hotel
This was the main house of a cocoa farm, and the land stayed whole: a garden, a kitchen garden, the sand court, the yoga garden, the stone lane and the paths climbing between the garden and the forest. Nine thousand square metres, fourteen doors.
The river enters the sea in front of the balcony
Itacaré sits at the mouth of a river, and the forest runs down to the sand. From below, each beach hides the next. From up here, the whole drawing appears: the mouth of the Contas River, the boats coming in, the village in the middle, the forest all around.
In the morning the sun comes out of the sea. In the afternoon it disappears behind the forest, across the bay. At night, the village lights up.
The lookout belongs to those who sleep or dine here
Hotel guests go up, and so do diners with a table booked at Nibs. Nobody comes up in passing, which is why the top of the hill stays quiet.
A lane of stone between the wall and the sea
A long lane, a stone wall, and the spouts falling on it all day. A wooden bar at the edge, and the balcony view one floor closer to the sea, with your feet in the water.
What grows between the arrival and the lookout
A garden and a kitchen garden, the sand court, the yoga garden, the lounge open to the forest, the wooden gateway at the entrance and the stone paths through the garden.
