For thirty years, I stood on my feet as a high school teacher. I spent my days surrounded by chatter, grading papers, and watching the magnificent, chaotic growth of hundreds of students. At home, I was blessed with wonderful kids, and let me tell you, life was full. It was a beautiful symphony of noise, deadlines, and love.​But when the last child left the nest and I finally closed my classroom door for the last time, I realized I was running on empty. My heart was full, but my mind was tired. I needed a change from the ground up.I traded the city rush for the slow, sun-drenched rhythm of South Goa. I bought this plot of land and poured every lesson I ever learned about comfort and care into building this villa. I named it Casa Abuela—Grandma's House—because that's precisely the feeling I wanted to capture.​This house is my reward for a lifetime of hard work, and I want it to be yours, too. Here, you don't have to be 'on.' You can just be. The silence is deep, the sheets are crisp, and the biggest decision you'll make all day is whether to walk to the beach or nap in the hammock.​When you stay here, you’re joining my peace. Come, put your feet up. This teacher knows you’ve earned a break.​I can’t wait for you to find your quiet corner here.Mavin (Your Abuela in Goa)