On the Pacific Coast of Ecuador, just north of Mantañita and Olón, lies a little fishing village called La Entrada. In Spanish, “The Entrance.”
An unlikely name for an unassuming Ecuadorian village. The entrance to what?
We found out last week. It’s the portal to a world of dreams.
Villa de los Sueños, the place is called. Villa of Dreams. A four-story retreat on the rocky outskirts of La Entrada, overlooking the ocean. A beautiful bed and breakfast where every room has a terrace overlooking the sea. But it’s much more than that. It’s a haven, a place of peace, where you can see visions in the clouds and hear the music of your soul in the waves endlessly rocking against the shore.
A place where Choco the lab brings offerings of rocks and tennis balls and escorts you on your walks along the beach. A place where the villa’s hosts, Marsha and Shell, create an ambiance of hospitality that welcomes and heals and morphs into friendship when you’re looking the other way. A magical place, aptly named.
Life beats us up sometimes, rushes us, digs a rut we can’t seem to get out of. We fail to recall, in those moments, the dreams we once had, the way we wanted to live, the passion and purpose that make us who we are. We lose sight of the truth that life is about the journey, not the destination.
We forget ourselves. We forget each other. Sometimes we need to pause, and let ourselves remember.
La Entrada. . .
to a place of dreams,
where the rhythms of wind and surf
recalibrate the beating
of my heart,
slow my pulse,
remind me that I am part
water and sand,
sun and cloud and rock,
laughter, tears, and visions
that stretch to the curved horizon,
my soul is rekindled.
love and passion,
and the promise of bright tomorrows.
in this Villa of Dreams,
with the crash of waves echoing
in my ears,
I take your hand
and find myself again.
© 2017 Penelope J. Stokes