about the MariLuca Experience

I grew up in South Florida — where doors stayed open, neighbors drifted in and out, and kitchens were always full. My abuela’s house in Miami was the heartbeat of it all — a place where warmth was effortless and every gathering felt like an embrace.

At eight, my family moved to northern Spain — to Asturias — a place where evenings lingered and hospitality was instinct, not ceremony. There, I learned that grace isn’t about perfection; it’s about rhythm, awareness, and the way people feel in your presence.

Years later, in the world of the service industry, I discovered the power of composure — how a calm host can change the entire energy of a room.

The MariLuca Experience is the thread that ties it all together: the warmth of my roots, the precision of my training, and a belief that true hospitality is less about service — and more about feeling.

Grace isn’t loud. It’s steady.