Spring in Barrio Santa Cruz was a sensory feast of color, fragrance, and ancient romance. In the quiet, cobblestone courtyards behind high whitewashed walls, the bitter orange trees were heavy with white blossoms, filling the narrow alleys with a sweet, intoxicating perfume that had enchanted poets since the days of Moorish Seville. Casa Morales had never looked more vibrant. Under Catalina’s careful eye, the ancestral home had been lovingly restored:…
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