This cute, remote line-up of our places under the rubric of Wild Thing, conjures Mother Nature into a neat little edit of 6 boltholes, some far afield, other close to home, each a topographical mirror of their terrain and sitting oh so snug to the landscapes, you could easily miss them.
Clasping to the bedrock amidst heady scents of thyme, lavender & almond, this creation of subtle, sweet rawness, plays the cubist card against a monastic icon at the heart of this deliciously chilled Spanish retreat close to Teruel, bordering Aragón.
¡Catch you poolside Amigos!
It’s A Med Thing is all about our passion for this little pocket of the planet. We’ve put the savvy spotlight on places that echo Mediterranean lifestyle, packed with the good life and are simply just fab creative boltholes dotted around the coast and inland.
Quick, what’s the most Spanish thing you can think of? You’ve probably been somewhat influenced by the photo above to think about food, so I’m guessing tapas might have been the first thought you had. Or maybe soap? Without any visual prodding, I’m sure Don Quixote would still be a notable mention, at the very least. Frequently listed among the best literary works of all time, it even spawned an adjective whose pronunciation has been a head-scratcher at times to the best of us. Normally meant to mean “unrealistically optimistic,” I like to think of quixotic slightly closer to the story of the man himself, of a mind of normal reason overturned and conquered by the romanticism of a singular concept. I also like to think that it’s no coincidence that Tronchón cheese was mentioned twice in Don Quixote, because it could certainly overturn a rational mind to crazed devotion to the Teruel countryside. A cheese to get quixotic over.
Tucked away in Teruel, bordering Aragón, this observatory-like pad clasps to the bedrock amidst heady scents of thyme, lavender + almond groves. The Spanish terrain hosts a stark sequence of cubist structures which beautifully marry with the monastic 14th century Ermita – a small intense masterpiece at the heart of this decidedly relaxed, creative enclave.
There is a subtle sweet rawness that caresses the place, with the wooden cubes adopting translucence + solidity, framing the wide vistas beyond – the huge open-ended window of each den reflects those medieval portals of the old church – a connectivity that runs a thread throughout.
There is something to be said for ME time – from your private cube you can dance as naked as a bird, or just sit and gaze a yonder. Rejoin your fellow housemates taking the garden path past the sunken pool + follow your nose to the open kitchen dining or curl up over a bottle in the whimsical library.
A crafted, regional remit of old style luxury, translated for the nomads of today in a deliciously relaxed tone.