Between Roses and Cadaqués, Cabo Creus and Cabo Norfeu, the virgin coast of Empordà. A castaways dream. Seahorses, stone footpaths, olive pine groves, cliffs, stars. The lighthouse, the fire from the moon, the sea. The sea at the end of the world, reachable, human. Why is Jóncols also life, that place where it says “if I get lost look for me here”. Cala Jóncols is nature. Cala Jóncols is chill out. Music, fishing, scent, poetry. The kitchen of love, navigation. Nights on the beach, sky and gatherings.

Could you imagine a hotel here? Neither can we...