When we decided to start the trip as hoteliers we did not think in a hotel, we wanted to create our “home”, our house and with it our new way of life beyond business.
We both liked the mythology of Cantabria and assigning numbers to the rooms seemed very cold, so … what better to join our “story”, our new history together, with the “stories” of Cantabria, the mountains and waters of our land.
Our purpose was and still is that you feel you are living a unique experience from the moment you walk through our house’s door and certainly La Cotia rooms are an essential part of it.
The original chestnut staircase, restored with the care it deserves, leading to the rooms that were projected with the head and decorated with the heart, creating a special atmosphere, reflecting the affection deposited in every detail.
Unique paintings by great Cantabrian artist decorate the walls, fabrics of different colours and materials covering beds and cushions, curtains that give life to the room when the wind comes through the open window … All are different in decor, small details, including the name of each of them being dedicated to the beings of Cantabrian mythology.
That difference won´t be appreciated in the comfort and services of all of them. We ensure that sleep quality is excellent and we provide you as many services as you need to make your stay meets our goal.
It is the good character of the Cantabrian mythology. It is a very pretty and small fairy who lives in the deepest caves in the mountains of Cantabria and is responsible for everything good that happens to the Highlanders. People say when they talk about them that:
“… Honey and softness fill the soul of the Anjanas. The heart of the Anjanas is like a very big rose with thousands of drops of honey as dew on its leaves. “
It is an old man with a long red beard and a white robe with purple paint.
Always carry a small ornate chest of gold and silver pulling out gold coins to help with a new beginning to those who have lost everything, but if they return to squander it or spend it on the game, The Arquetu returns and condemns begging the rest of his days.
They are no bigger than a fist, running through the forest tiny beings.
Some say that they do evil and poisoned the sources potions that force people to do things without realizing it and others who say they do not care about people more than to toil away some joke, what makes them special is that they always carry one periwinkle (hence its name) that sounds very strong at dusk without anyone knowing why.
He is a man who takes care of the shepherds and their flocks, repairs the huts of the shepherds when spring approaches so that, when they rise again to the mountains with their flocks, the find as if winter never happened over there. So when a pastor hears the whistle of Mossy, he collected his flock because that means a storm is coming, or a wolf or a bear is walking by.
An ancient oak had a hole in its trunk and one day temporary, one girl took shelter inside. The old tree in his embrace crushed and thus acquired a new force distinct from the plant that made him grow inordinately and began to feed on other trees.
Thus, the Roblón, has hair and beard of hawthorn and heather, hands and arms of birch, and legs and feet of ash …. Oak is only her heart. It is an evil that moved through the mountains destroying everything in its path.
One of the elves who populate our forests.
It is a small character covered with a garment made with chestnut leaves and moss. It hides in the bushes at the foot of the trails where waits until the girls to give a pinch in the legs, sometimes climbs to the tops of the trees and from there strip pebbles for the boys think some animal hides behind bushes.
They came from the coast and are a winged creatures living in the red clouds of sunset and protect and help the old fishermen, who call them with these words:
“ ventolines, ventolines,
Ventolines of the sea,
this old man is tired and
can not paddle ”
