Hotel Artola Golf
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... s breakfast today. Last night we went to the restaurant recommended by the hotel. Buzz & I always laugh when we get these recommendations saying its the hotel owner's brother's restaurant that they recommend us to and this time it was. We're eating breakfast and who walks in but the owner of the restaurant. As he heads back to the back room we figured out he owns both the hotel and the restaurant. Too funny!
Yesterday we never made it to the old town and ...
... for the tour and while there the weather turned cold and rainy with thundershowers arriving. But the weather didn't deter our tour of the bull ring which happens to be the oldest in Spain as well the largest. Ernest Hemmingway was a frequent visitor to Ronda and became close friends with one of the famous Matadors, Antonio Ordonez. Several of his books were written about Ronda and the ...
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A stroll around Old Marbella is a must, there are a few small squares, one for oranges and one square with Salvador Dali sculptures, which they mention every where that they are REPLICAS....hhhmmm they protest too much me thinks, then again if they were real they’d be long gone as this area is a bit of a favourite of the criminal fraternity from England and Ireland, "good auld crims from Dublin, wha"... see ...
... Blancos con Lomo de Ternera a la Parilla" - White Asparagus with Grilled Galician Veal Loin. We were assured this would be the right amount for both of us but it was way too much food. BUT oh so good! On the "asparagus" menu were other great combos like white and green asparagus risotto, white and green asparagus in vinaigrette with poached salmon (almost went for that). There were two dishes using the asparagus with new baby potatoes, one boiled and ...
... the intermittent rain. At one point, I don’t know if the kids and I disagreed about which way to go, or if I wandered off and they didn’t follow me closely enough to see which teeny, narrow street was the one I had taken. Either way, I soon noticed that I was by myself on the empty, cobbled streets, surrounded by whitewashed buildings with heavy wooden doors. I just decided that they couldn’t get too lost in a walled village, and I ...