Just for the cheese it would’ve been enough, but oh, the view, the cleanliness, the great tips about local restaurants, not to mention the painting of Martino, Duke of the Castle, calmly gazing. I remember the first words he spoke: “no problem” I have to be honest: I lost some thing when I arrived—my problems! I looked everywhere and couldn’t find them. It was like problems were not comfortable at Martino‘s house. Soon I gave up searching for them; I decided I didn’t really need them and instead played my guitar, enjoyed the great (local) cheese and looked out at the islands, felt the breeze, and thought how lucky we were. THANK YOU MARTINO!