It was a couple of years ago, while I was traveling around the country. The children followed our van, I think they needed everything. AIDS, Covid and overexploitation of natural resources were some of the causes of their orphanhood, rags and thinness. 

Despite this, they smiled and danced, because the affection we offered them was also necessary to them, although they did not understand it as sufficient. That’s why I bought bags of rice and I didn’t stop doing it when I returned, when a handful of stubborn idealists got together and looked for a way to build a little house, where when it rained they wouldn’t get wet, and although crowded, they could rest safe from insects and malaria.

But we didn’t stop and continued “scraping” resources (donations), sending clothes; and racking our brains to give it shape, carrying out micro projects that opened paths, that brought them together and gave them hope, that helped them obtain their own resources, to be independent.

Logo, website , t-shirts and online products . Acquisition of weaving machines (second hand) and production of crafts for sale of souvenirs. Kitchen material, to be able to offer catering to tourists… and now the hotel.