Our arrival at the Adobe Guadalupe found us with great sucking in of breath. The place is spectacular. Chugging along for half an hour on the rutted dirt road only added to the amazement.
I am going to copy in italics the Story of the Adobe Guadalupe from material we found in our room.
‘The story of this valley resort began with a young man named Arlo who died in a tragic automobile accident. Arlo was fascinated throughout his life with certain aspects of Mexican culture, from vineyards and serapes to Our Lady of Guadalupe.