Hoposa Hotel & Apartments Villaconcha
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- Shuttle bus service
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Swimming pool
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... about ambition or dreams or frustrated dreams....slowly slowly. ....not clawing or holding on too tight. It really takes the pressure off, all things will happen, in their own sweet time! And our days here are long...we've worked mornings, and eaten late, cooking on and huddled close to the fire, off to bed at midnight. No TV, not much radio and next to no internet! The day stretches on until it's suddenly ...
... marathon so we did this meal twice, the first day eating rosit de city (roast lamb). I still have a very fast metabolism but even I woke up on Monday morning still full of food and having to face the big family do just a few hours later! I jest! The atmosphere was wonderful and I was made to feel extremely welcome in their home, albeit with my limited Catalan/spanish. Several of Seb's siblings and their partners spoke good english so on Monday ...
... and agro-tourism accommodation. Jackie and I walked the long straight road into Sineu this evening, exploring the narrow lanes up to the church and a cafe for chocolate a la taza. It's lovely to have a travel companion again and Jackie and I had a good laugh over a beer in LLoba tonight, setting out on the long straight stretch eastwards this ...
... into the semi restored finca, buying cans from a fridge in the animal stalls. Upstairs was softly lit and the warm stone walls glowed. A stunning indigo throw indicated the stage and Saidu and his students and our dance teachers exploded into rhythms. They called the children to dance, the men to dance and the women.....we rocked and clapped, delighted to be part of the evening and once on our feet no one hurried to sit down, we continue to pulse and stretch to ...
I'm struck by how 'all the same' we are. I stroll down to the seafront and post my postcards home. I settle in the sun outside a beautiful patisserie coffee shop and admire an older woman, white haired and intrepid in her stride making her way to the postbox, cards in hand! Then a gent in a white and orange shell suit walks by wearing a Russian style fur hat and wonder if perhaps we all a little different after all! Today has been nothing short of blissful. Once Alex and ...