The house that looks like a house a kid would draw.

No big signs, no must-see lists — Atalaia doesn’t really ask for attention. It’s the kind of place you stumble upon by chance, tucked between soft hills and the quiet pull of the sea, and then wonder how it stayed off the map for so long. The streets are simple, the houses lean into the sun — and just beyond them, hidden in plain sight, is a home made for stillness.

Behind its whitewashed walls: three sunlit bedrooms, two calm, airy bathrooms, and a generous open-plan living space where kitchen, dining, and lounging all flow together. Step outside and the rhythm slows even more — a pool catches the afternoon light, the garden breathes in the sea breeze, and olive trees whisper just out of sight.

If you listen closely, there’s a softness to it all — the low hum of the waves, the rustle of leaves, the faint clink of glasses behind an open window. Nothing here tries too hard. And maybe that’s why it stays with you.