We're All Travelers - The Spanish Traveler

We’re all travelers in one way or another.

Some came across an ocean. Others crossed a border. Most of us are simply trying to get somewhere, do right by the people we love, and hopefully leave a little good behind.

Long before us, there was a traveler who welcomed strangers, ate with the unwanted, broke bread and always seemed to find room for one more.

Maybe we could use a little more of that.

And we look forward to the Traveler’s return.

The world moves fast. We don’t have to.

Come in. Order what sounds good. Find a seat. We’ll bring the food to you. Pass a plate, share a drink and stay a little longer than you planned.

However you got here, we’re glad you did.

Welcome, Traveler.

Spanishtraveler Were All Travelers Cream

We’re all travelers in one way or another.

Some came across an ocean. Others crossed a border. Most of us are simply trying to get somewhere, do right by the people we love, and hopefully leave a little good behind.

Long before us, there was a traveler who welcomed strangers, ate with the unwanted, broke bread and always seemed to find room for one more.

Maybe we could use a little more of that.

And we look forward to the Traveler’s return.

The world moves fast. We don’t have to.

Come in. Order what sounds good. Find a seat. We’ll bring the food to you. Pass a plate, share a drink and stay a little longer than you planned.

However you got here, we’re glad you did.

Welcome, Traveler.

Spanishtraveler Bring the Journey White Stacked

“Donde comen dos, comen tres”

Where two people eat, so do three…

There’s something about sharing a table that takes me back to where it all began.

Growing up, our house was a gathering place for the neighborhood. The gate was usually open, the garage had become a patio, and my mother was always cooking.

Honestly, it used to drive me crazy. I’d think dinner was just for us, and someone would show up. Then someone else.

Mom never seemed bothered. “There’s enough. Donde comen dos, comen tres.” My aunt would laugh and say that, like Jesus with the fish and loaves; Mom would always find a way to feed everybody.

Now I understand.

The table gets crowded. Someone pulls up another chair. And somehow, there’s enough.

That’s the kind of table we believe in.

And when your table needs to get a little bigger, we’d love to bring that same spirit of hospitality to you.

There’s room for more.
Tell us what you’re planning. We’ll help you bring everyone to the table.