Hotel Don Juan
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... peaks in mainland Spain. We had
booked a tour with a local company that had been recommended by our hotel. When we met our driver-cum-guide we were greatly impressed by his English language skills which appeared to be absolutely fluent and without a trace of a Spanish accent. It transpired that our guide was in fact born in Britain to a Spanish father and a Welsh mother but he had moved to Spain as a teenager.
We started our tour with visits to some ...
9/12/2014 Day7: (Friday) We arrived at 2:00 , settled into our room then went down and had lunch in the hotel. We ordered gazpacho and a club sandwich which was really good. We left at 3:30 and headed to the palace for a two hour tour. At the La Alhambra we took a tour of the gardens, the inside the palace that was owned by a Muslim ...
... to Madrid's CBD. Rod had hit the jackpot with our hotel, it was centrally located, had a lovely feel about it and our room was luxurious along with helpful and friendly staff. With only an overnight stay in Madrid we had no time to waste so we dropped our bags and headed out to explore. Out of the hotel and right or left the place was buzzing. We walked the streets absorbing the variety of architecture and the atmosphere. It didn’t take us long to sniff out ...
... be clinging to the walls of the hill. The young art historian guide, took us through the patios, gardens and rooms but also through a labyrinth under the house that went down to China. Unbelievable. During the civil war, Rodrigues hid away there and painted. Being rich has advantages.
We are heading out tonight to a little restaurant near here hoping for some paella. No paella but a great Spanish meal with a view to boot.
A very good day.
Leaving London at an hour so ridiculous that even in YOUR timezone people haven't had their coffee yet, we flew on wings of Aluminium and hope over the channel, skimming cheekily across France and into the south of Spain to a charming town named Sevilla.
The first thing I discovered about Spain is that in July it gets hot. We arrived on a sweltering 45 degree day, and from that moment on have transformed ourselves into walking, fleshy low-teck pieces of 'drinking ...