Acknowledgments

It’s nearly impossible to do this without sounding generic, but here we go:

To Rodrigo, my contractor—this wasn’t our first dance, but it was our most demanding. Through two years of this gut renovation, you witnessed all four seasons of my emotions. You probably thought I was slightly mad with my unflinching demands, but you got it. You saw it. When I first brought you here, you were overwhelmed by what you saw—or didn’t see—in this concrete shell. Yet you believed.

Sure, we had our moments—stress-filled arguments on the terraces with workers and monkeys as unwitting spectators. Our ongoing battle about wall finishes became our creative crucible. I insisted on the imperfect plastering with its varied tones, determined to seal it unconventionally. You pushed for “manos mágicas” and traditional solutions. I held firm. And now, I notice you’ve chosen the same finish for your own project—I’m always right… Just kidding. I’ll reluctantly admit you won a few debates, and our creative tension built something greater than either of us imagined alone.

To Kai Sotto—brilliant friend whose knowledge leaves me in awe. You didn’t just help shape this website and narrative; you’ve supported every vision, every hustle. You understand me even when I can’t articulate my thoughts, making me feel seen. You recognize my anger, determination, and irreverence not as flaws, but as something beautiful. I love you for that.

To Alberto Guglielmi, whose extraordinary talent behind the lens has truly brought this home to life through his artistry. Through your photography, you have managed to capture the warmth, elegance, and romantic essence that permeates every corner of this home, allowing others to feel it’s embrace even before stepping through the door.

To friends who endured this journey—who forgave canceled dinners, tolerated my surf-session mood swings, and listened to endless renovation rants (especially about those floors)—your patience made this possible.

Finally, to Billie, my daughter. I F’n LOVE YOU! I’ll never forget your first visit here. After seeing the ground floor, you sat outside while I continued the tour. I spotted you from the balcony, stone-faced, staring at the ocean. Driving away, you pleaded, “Please don’t buy that house, Mommy! It’s so ugly!” Watching your amazement at its transformation taught me something vital: when you pour your heart into something, remarkable things happen.

—Cyn