My name is Mark van Jaarsveld and for the last 19 years, I have been living near the town of Gandia in the Valencia region of Spain with my partner Nigel, our 3 dogs and 10 cats!
Before coming to Spain I spent seven years living and working in London and prior to coming to London, I spent 33 years in my native South Africa.
In my spare time I enjoy a variety of outdoor activities in the beautiful countryside of this area.
My main passions are road running, mountain biking, hiking, photography and cooking.
I am co-owner of the Villa Florencia Casa Rural in Gandia, Spain.
Due to our location we attract guests throughout the year. Many come during the summer period for the obvious attractions of a sunshine holiday in a beautiful part of the Costa Blanca, whilst others come in the cooler months to enjoy the other attractions of the area.
We therefore promote holiday opportunities based around walking and hiking in the nearby hills and mountains, rock climbing on the famous crags nearby, as well as mountain biking along tracks and trails within a short distance of our property.
Other guests come in search of their own home in Spain and spend time with us during their property search in the area.
Life Motto :- per labores ad honores
With over 40 years in IT and nearly two decades running my own guesthouse in Spain, I combine deep technical expertise with hands-on entrepreneurial experience. My career spans global banking technology, database design, consulting, and customer service — always driven by a passion for problem-solving.
Over the past 18 months, I’ve embraced AI tools to enhance both business operations and creative projects, from digital marketing to art and storytelling. Having lived in three countries and speaking three languages, I bring a global outlook and enjoy building connections across cultures.
![**[Verse 1]** Before the first horizon She moved in symmetry No clock could hold her body No hand could name the sea Her crown held spinning worlds Like fruit on silver vines Her gaze made silence bloom Between the burning lines **[Pre-Chorus]** Not built But remembered Not born But revealed The old dark bent around her Like a prayer made real **[Chorus]** Liminal Sanctuaries... Liminal Sanctuaries of the Third Horizon Stand too close and lose your name Touch the place from which you came Liminal Sanctuaries... Liminal Sanctuaries of the Third Horizon She is where the motion starts She is where the silence parts **[Verse 2]** From her spine the sanctuaries rose Fractal and slow and bright Each chamber kept a thousand truths In polished sheets of light The cosmos found its mirror And bowed without a sound What once was only longing Now wore a human crown **[Pre-Chorus]** Not built But remembered Not born But revealed The old dark bent around her Like a prayer made real **[Chorus]** Liminal Sanctuaries... Liminal Sanctuaries of the Third Horizon Stand too close and lose your name Touch the place from which you came Liminal Sanctuaries... Liminal Sanctuaries of the Third Horizon She is where the motion starts She is where the silence parts **[Bridge]** I came with broken hours And dust upon my tongue She looked through every ending And called me back to one I was a line of fever She was the endless frame I knelt inside her silence And rose restored by name **[Final Chorus]** Liminal Sanctuaries... Liminal Sanctuaries of the Third Horizon Stand too close and lose your name Touch the place from which you came Liminal Sanctuaries... Liminal Sanctuaries of the Third Horizon She is where the motion starts She is where the silence parts Axis of the Third Horizon Axis of the Third Horizon Not built, not born, revealed She is the axis still](https://i0.wp.com/www.markvanjaarsveld.com/wp-content/uploads/2026/07/Liminal-Sanctuaries-of-the-Third-Horizon-cover-1.jpg?fit=2560%2C1440&ssl=1)
![[Verse 1] In the garden where numbers sleep, Petals spiral in silence deep— Each bloom a code, each vein a line, Drawn by a hand both fierce and fine. A fractal flutters, soft and shy, Its wings unfold a mirrored sky. The butterfly, born of recursion's womb, Spins Mandelbrot into orchid bloom. [Chorus] And in this dance of form and flame, The fractal and the flower claim Their place in time, in art, in lore— Metamorphoses, forevermore. [Verse 2] Chrysalis Math, in sacred hush, Builds grace from graphs and emerald blush. Equations curve where lifelines bend, A theorem posed that knows no end. The Winged Equation takes to flight, With parabolas dressed in light. Each arc a breath, each point a prayer, Suspended in kaleidoscopic air. [Bridge] We are but patterns of light unfolding in time— fragile, recursive, drawn by unseen design. Each breath a spiral, each step a bloom, born of silence, and returning soon. Thanks to the invisible geometries that shape all living things— petal and wing, shell and soul. And to the stars we fall from— our first light, our final sight. [Final Chorus] So count the folds where wings emerge, And trace the edge of nature's urge. For even chaos dreams of grace— In every pattern, a sacred place. And in this dance of form and flame, The fractal and the flower claim Their place in time, in art, in lore— Metamorphoses, forevermore... (forevermore)](https://i0.wp.com/www.markvanjaarsveld.com/wp-content/uploads/2026/07/Metamorphoses-Cover-1.jpg?fit=1672%2C941&ssl=1)
