Guest User
February 13, 2026
We stayed for two nights, and each evening when we returned, it was the owner himself waiting for us.
Later, we found out he's an architect specializing in ancient buildings. This guesthouse is his life's work, spanning over thirty years—from renovating the old house to arranging every single piece of furniture, he did it all by hand. At night, he'd sit in the living room waiting for guests, not just to watch the door, but because he couldn't bear to sleep. When he talked about the house, his eyes lit up.
My son and his family's child also hit it off, and they even exchanged gifts before we left. The owner's son was especially generous, giving our child a whole bunch of things.
The owner personally drove us to the station in his Audi. He dropped us off, waved goodbye, just like he was seeing off a distant relative.
This guesthouse, the house was built by the owner, and the hospitality was nurtured by the whole family. After staying for two days, it felt like we had lodged at an old friend's house.
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