The beginning of Finca Adalgisa

In short:

• The sto­ry of how Fin­ca Adal­gisa was born, with­out a pri­or plan, in the year 2000.
• Dri­ven by intu­ition, love, and a deep impulse to pre­serve a liv­ing place.
• Because, with­out know­ing it, that ges­ture made it pos­si­ble to save a farm, a vine­yard and a fam­i­ly lega­cy.

A story that didn’t come from a plan

Fin­ca Adal­gisa was born in the year 2000. And it was born with­out know­ing. Like many impor­tant things in life.

It is born from an innate sense of preser­va­tion, from love —with­out yet know­ing that we loved— and from lega­cy, with­out yet know­ing that we had it.

Fin­ca Adal­gisa was­n’t born from a plan. It was born from an intu­ition.

There was no busi­ness plan.
There was no expe­ri­ence in the hotel indus­try.
There was no tourism in Men­doza as we know it today, not even inter­na­tion­al tourists.

And yet, Adal­gisa was born.

Preserve before produce

The ini­tial idea was sim­ple: to pre­serve the estate, the space, the place. To not lose it. To keep it alive.

With encour­age­ment from my grand­moth­er and finan­cial sup­port from my moth­er, some­thing began with­out us know­ing where we were going. It was born from the spir­it of youth: the unaware­ness of dan­ger, the lack of fear of fail­ure, the desire to cre­ate.

And also —why not say it— he was born by luck.

Learning by watching

In 2002 we opened our doors to our first guests. Noth­ing was like it is today. Every­thing was a learn­ing expe­ri­ence.

Learn­ing by observ­ing, trav­el­ing, look­ing at oth­er places and adapt­ing ideas to our scale.

I remem­ber trips that left a mark on me. Africa, where I dis­cov­ered a tourism indus­try that did­n’t yet exist in Men­doza. Ecuador, where I saw a small hotel with min­i­mal infra­struc­ture and abun­dant green­ery.

There I under­stood some­thing I already car­ried inside: the val­ue of the lived land­scape.

The land­scape is not some­thing you look at. You expe­ri­ence it.

Twenty years later: from the green of childhood to legacy

The green was always there. I grew up among farms, ani­mals, chick­ens, and flow­ers. My grand­moth­er had chick­ens. Today I have chick­ens.

I lived with real smells, real tastes, and real sea­sons. That childhood—far from tele­vi­sion, tech­nol­o­gy, and the fast-paced world—gave me some­thing fun­da­men­tal: obser­va­tion and cre­ativ­i­ty.

That’s why Adal­gisa grew up with me and with tourism in Men­doza.

Constant evolution

We invest­ed, rein­vest­ed, and improved. We learned to lis­ten to nature, to respect its rhythms, to care.

Final­ly, more than twen­ty years lat­er, I under­stand some­thing impor­tant. That same strength that allowed this estate to be pre­served is what dri­ves me to con­tin­ue uphold­ing a fam­i­ly lega­cy.

Search­ing makes find­ing pos­si­ble.

Fin­ca Adal­gisa was­n’t born from a plan. It was born from an intu­ition. And it’s still alive for that very rea­son.

If you’re inter­est­ed in dis­cov­er­ing how fam­i­ly his­to­ry, the vine­yard, and wine inter­twine in this place, we invite you to con­tin­ue read­ing our blog.