As research for our renovation, we spend a lot of time visiting beatiful old haciendas dotted throughout the countryside near Mérida. Some are in ruins, some are museums and others are fancy hotels with pictures of Bill Clinton on the walls.
For the hotels, we sneek in under false pretenses. When challenged, our pretend back story is that we are looking for a 70th birthday venue for Stan’s father.
Yesterday we visited the hacienda in Yaxcopoil. We were particularly struck by the long run of six rooms, opening into one another, along the front. At each end large windows opened to carry a cooling breeze through the rooms.
We have been struggling with bringing ventilation into our own house. Feeling the breeze in these interconnected rooms was fuel for thought.
