Our History

The story of this place in the Valley of Guadalupe began with a young man named Arlo, who died in a tragic car accident. Arlo was fascinated throughout his life with certain aspects of Mexican culture, from vineyards and sarapes to the Virgin of Guadalupe. Perhaps even then, the call of the Adobe was heard although it was years away from being built.

On a trip to Paris after Arlo's death, his mother, Tru, firmly believed that she had received a special sign during a visit to the cathedral of Notre Dame. Just outside the doorway of the cathedral she saw an anomalous Mexican chair with a sarape draped over it. It was seemingly out of place and this image stayed with her - the first seed of the Adobe had started to grow..

Two years later, Tru and her husband Donald returned to Europe in search of a place to lay Arlo's ashes to rest along with Tru's father. Still remembering the strange coincidence, Tru went back to Notre Dame and found that not only were the Mexican chair and sarape still there, but that they were now part of a side altar - dedicated to the Virgin of Guadalupe. At that moment, the call of the Adobe was finally heard and Tru had a clear vision that she would end her days in Mexico. This feeling of peace and destiny told Tru that Arlo did not want to be separated from her, even in death, and that he would much rather be buried in a warm place - like Mexico.