Alan and Denise visited from New York on 21 September 2000.
One of them wrote: There’s the music we make then the music that is simply made. The Beethoven fell down the hill into the sea at Son Marroig like a six-year old rolling, no cares, down a sloping lawn. But it was no more beautiful than the wind instrument of the leafs skittering on terra cotta in the breeze or the soft percussion section of the goat bells up the road…. Everything was lovely.
The other added: Thank you so much for all your help, and making our trip so wonderful. We hope to see you again soon! We’ll think of you in January when hear Sonja in Princeton.
A guest at Daval Es Penyal in Deia, a place made extra special by Patrick and Stephanie.