Owner's diary 

„ ... y algunos tomates más por favor. Gracias. Adios.“ I bury my nose in the brown paper bag and inhale the rich aroma of the fresh tomatoes. "Mmm, wonderful." I'm already mentally running through different recipe variations. "Maybe pasta with fresh tomatoes," I think, and wave to Martha at the stall opposite. They know me by now, since we're regulars at the market. And today is Saturday. Market day in Colònia de Sant Pere. Breakfast at Can Kiwi is unique, so I'm not going to miss it. An hour and two cortados later, I pack my purchases into the pannier of my Vespa and head back home. Home. This word has taken on a whole new meaning for me. As my gaze wanders over the green hills and the blue sea, a feeling of happiness washes over me. I take a deep breath and simply feel at peace. My home in Mallorca, here near Artà, is my refuge — no, wait, our refuge. Because there are four of us. "I'm back!" I shout as I put the groceries on the kitchen counter. I love our spacious kitchen with its beautiful, enormous table. I wonder why living areas are usually so huge and kitchens so small, when everyone seems to love spending time in the kitchen. Luckily, it's different here. Our kitchen is the heart of our home. For us, it's so much more than just a kitchen; it's our family center. We cook together here, chat, laugh... and our friends love it too. I can't help but smile when I think about our last party. Leo's birthday. Everyone helped with the cooking, and we celebrated until the early hours of the morning. The party ended on our wonderful rooftop terrace, where Leo explained the constellations to everyone. I gave him the telescope as a present, and since then, stargazing has become one of his new hobbies. "What's for dinner? I'm starving!" I hear Kim call from afar. Where is everyone? But the loud splashing answers my question. The kids are racing each other in the pool against the current. Leo is pedaling away on the aquabike, and all three of them are waving and laughing at me. Okay, if you guys commandeer the pool, I'll have the entire spa area to myself. Great. "Let's make pasta later, okay?" I reply, give a quick wave, and run up the curved stairs to our sun-drenched bedroom and throw myself onto the bed. Aaaah, I love it.  I snuggle into the silk sheets and think about the many sleepless nights I used to have to endure. I was never able to fall into a deep sleep. Stress, racing thoughts, it went on like this for years. I had somehow gotten used to it and given up all hope of ever sleeping through the night. But here, I experience a miracle every night. I sleep soundly like a baby and am so grateful. Thank you for this wonderful space, which, as I've learned, was designed according to the principles of biohacking as a deep relaxation room. I love sleeping here –  but not right now. Now it's off to my cellular temple for some pampering, followed by an ice bath. I'm so excited! I head towards the elevator, which takes me to the lower floor of our dream house. Bling. My mitochondria are already rubbing their hands together. The smell of roasted garlic and the clatter of dishes draws me back to family life two hours later. Kim is chopping fresh tomatoes from the market into small pieces, while Mali puts the dishes in the freight elevator that leads to the rooftop terrace. Ah, so we'll be eating up there on the rooftop terrace.  "Hi Mum, Dad's already up there grilling scampi," says Kim, slowly sliding the tomato pieces from the board into the hot pan. "And you're supposed to bring the wine, please.“ “Red or white?” I ask, and with a flourish, I descend our ornate spiral staircase into the temperature-controlled wine cellar. “Hmm, white it is,” I say, grabbing the bottle. On my way back up, my gaze drifts up the spiral staircase to the roof terrace, where Leo grins at me, barbecue tongs in hand, and blows me a kiss. “Thank you,” I think, “I love this life and this house.”