Stipino did not come about because someone sat down at a table and said, “Let’s create a concept.”

Not even close.

First there were apples. Then juice. Then rakija. Then people. Someone would come for one thing, stay for another, eat a third and ask when they could come back.

And that is how a farm turns into a place.

It is not a restaurant. It is not a hotel. It is not an event hall. Nor is it just a house with a pool.

Stipino is what happens when you come to rest for a while and end up around the table as though you have already been here a hundred times.