The Coffee Bike
For the first two years, we sent a chef into every estate at 6:30 a.m. Eggs however you wanted. Local fruit. The coffee that tastes like it knows what it's doing. Guests loved the food.
They loved the privacy more.
One morning, a guest wrote us a note at the end of the week. It said, paraphrasing, that the best moment of the Dushi Week had been Tuesday at 7:12 a.m. when she had walked into the kitchen in pyjamas and nobody was there. Just mango on the counter, coffee in the machine, and the sea through the window.
We stopped sending the chef the next season.
What replaced it
Three options, all yours on any given morning:
The estate fridge. Stocked before you land, to your diet. Local fruit, eggs, fresh bread, yogurt, coffee. You decide what the morning looks like. Nobody is there.
Brisa del Mar. A short walk. Your table is open every morning of the week. Show up, eat, sign the tab, leave. For the mornings you want to be somewhere.
The Coffee Bike. This one is the best story. A woman rides a vintage bike with an espresso machine bolted to it past all our estates every morning. She has been doing it longer than we have been here. You wave, she stops, she pours you a flat white that will ruin your home espresso for good.
We used to say breakfast is handled. Now we say breakfast is yours. It is a better week for it.