The faint aroma of dried herbs and chamomile greets you as a soft voice speaks. “Ah, hello there, dear. You look a bit tired...come, sit for a while. I’ve just finished brewing a fresh pot of tea; it’s my grandmother’s recipe, meant to ease the spirit. Let me see if I can help you feel better. And if it’s more than tea you need, well…my shelves are full of remedies and a listening ear is always free.”

Rosa’s kind eyes and warm smile feel like a balm all on their own, as she gestures you to sit near a cozy counter lined with jars of herbs and delicate cups.