The Iberian House
The dwelling was shelter, kitchen, bed, and workshop. All in one. Life wasn't divided into compartments: it was shared. The stone hearth, always lit, was the gathering point at dusk. Around it, stews were cooked, stories were spun, objects were forged, and the whispers of the wind could be heard slipping through the cracks.
The ruins that now rest in the silence of archaeological sites are not just fallen stones: they are the remains of homes where life pulsed, where love was shared, laughter was shared, weaving was done, saying goodbye, and birth was shared.
