Hotel HSM Atlantic Park Hotel
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- Continental Breakfast
- Shuttle bus service
- Drycleaning onsite
- Meeting rooms/conference facilities
- Tennis Court
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I pulled on thick protective trousers, zipped up the back, my hot black anorak, the straps and thick chainsawing gloves...brush cutting here we come. I love the repetitive swing of the machine, it's high pitched whine and the satisfaction of felling triffids! Aubons (porrasa) are about 4' high. A strong fleshy stalks sprout from long green leaves and explode with white flowers. The dried stems can be used to create ...
... after that comes a second course of pastries. Either empanadas packed with meat and peas or sweet pasty shaped robiols with pumpkin marmalade or cream filling. If you've not already glued your mouth shut with all that pastry you can then tuck into dry pastry biscuits cut into hearts or stars, about half an inch thick! These are thankfully all sloshed down with champagne, which loosens pastry from back teeth quite successfully! Seb and I were in for ...
We had time to drive up to the Finca on Puig de S'Alcadena. Sitting in nearly 200 hectares the beautiful sandy stone building sits romantically above Alaro valley. The balcony would be perfect for a Romeo Juliet encounter, the interiors a museum piece, dusty and unchanged. Huge wooden doors opened to reveal the wooden screw drive and great ...
... scrabbled across encountering a wild eyed and sweaty German. "The cave.....I've looked for 10 years!". In horror I imagined this frantic figure scurrying the hillside for a decade with his flimsy map and as he bolted ahead of us I feared he might slip in his haste and we'd hear a shriek and look down on his tiny form far below. Before we reached the cave slope we met him again, still frantic but now jubilant "take a photo, take a photo" he shrieked. Then he photographed ...
... leaped. They sold freshly squeezed juice so Maggie and I padded in and rang the bell. Catarina sliced three home grown oranges and offered Maggie a bowl of water and worrying a handful of cat food, which thankfully she rejected! I shared my jamon with her instead and we admired the multicoloured cats that emerged from the overgrown garden. I wished I could ask to look around the house or volunteer to help them, but my Spanish has made no progress! A German walker, ...