Los Tres Corazones (the name of our hideaway in Mexico) describes a primitive community as seen through the eyes of a passing tourist, an account of the building of our area from indigenous materials, and how we spend our time in a place that has no roads, no electricity, no golf or night clubs. Underlying the account is a leit motif of the magical ambiance -- a kind of madness -- that exists where illusion and reality cohabit with no compulsion to separate the two.