The journey to Sabinos parents’ home took little over an hour, we planned to stay there for the afternoon, before going off to his own home a short drive away.
The house was a small family home, with a winding staircase up to the front door, the building was made of sandstone, it had a small balcony which overlooked the hill from the town, it was breath taking in its simplicity. As we entered the walls were terracotta with various potted plants hanging on the walls housed in terracotta fixings. Sabinos mother came out of her kitchen at the right-hand side of the home, smiling and talking to Sab. She motioned for us to come in and sit down at the small round table in the centre of the kitchen.
“Mama esta es Nathalie” Sab said
“Nathalie, this is my Mama, Mariana “ I smiled and shook
