Grandfather Amos was said to be small, frank and talkative…. Born in Azagra, Navarra, he was a popular man. He earned a living working the land and selling his produce from village to village by horse and cart.

He was intrepid, strong, immune to cold and heat, unafraid of the thieves inhabiting the roads he crossed, often at night; his arrival was cause for celebration, bringing not only salt needed for curing sausages from the slaughter of pigs and the fruits of the harvest, but also pieces of liquorice he gave to the children who came out to greet him.

He was generous and kind… happy to sell thirteen peppers a dozen, not insisting on payment, the women paid him with eggs, chickens, wheat and oats.

He was never angry.

Amos was a great cook , of pepper soup at night and breakfasts of ‘migas’, instigator of unforgettable nightly conversations.

At the back of his mind remained the ambition of setting up an inn, a dream he never realized.
I, as his grandson, never met him, but brought here his story and memory; certain that he never believed his spirit would travel so far nor that he would lend his name to a dream, which is today our restaurant.