How it began
Soros is named for "soro," the Filipino word for fox — a nod to a well-travelled life spent everywhere except still. He kept a running account of every guesthouse, every questionable ferry, every library he was quietly asked to leave. Nabi is where he finally agreed to stay put, on the condition that the library stayed properly improper.
The Story
A retreat built from a farm, a fox, and a refusal to be precious about it.
Soros Retreats started as forty-five acres in Cummington: a flower field, a lot of opinions about composting, and a cottage that needed a purpose. Nabi became that purpose — part guesthouse, part library of questionable and wonderful books, part standing invitation to slow down considerably.
Everything here is intentionally imperfect. The library shelves are curated, not color-matched. The garden is planted for pollinators before Instagram. And Soros — the mascot, the myth, the mildly pretentious fox — narrates all of it in the dry, formal voice of someone who has seen too many airport lounges to be impressed by yours.
— with dry affection, the Soros Retreats desk