On a dusty coastal road, the scent of olive groves wafts through the warm night air.
An old hotel nestled among silver trees entices travellers with bread, olives and golden oil.
Guitar music drifts through the courtyard as shadows dance beneath the branches.
Guests taste the salty flavour of the fruit and lose all sense of time.
And somewhere between music and olive branches, this place feels like a dream from which you don't quite want to wake up.