I drove over hills, and along the coast, past old trucks, and fields of graveyards, before I came to this house. There are houses, and there are caribbean house. This is one of them. It´s rare that a house is so majestic, and built in stone. It´s probably from the colonial time. However, it is beautiful, and it was just standing there, in a quite, small village. Time goes by, lives are lived, and a few houses remain. They stand in the landscape as a memory of a past.