Here, on the edge of the village, it all started with one man, a plot of bare land, and a big dream.

My father, Vladimir, a true Moshav man, looked at the empty field and imagined a place where you could take a deep breath and let go of the world outside for a moment.

Step by step, he built four cabins, planted trees, and marked paths that lead to silence. Twenty years have passed, and the garden is already alive and breathing, and the wind from Hermon blows through the trees, and time here moves more slowly. The real magic happens when you meet him. With a simple smile, a cup of coffee in your hand, and an invitation to leave your worries at the gate.

Welcome to a place that is much more than a business, it is a home.

If you are looking for true peace, pleasant simplicity, and an intimate experience amidst nature, you have found your place.

Waiting to host, team at the edge of the village