Hotel Les Torres
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... all the spelling is different!.....We could tell there had been a rally about Catalan independence..people walking round in hello t-shirts saying "now is the time." And waving flags. So we walked down to the water, back through the narrow streets of the old city, and found ourselves at a market - food and wine....literally seething with people...Amr was in heaven, and bought some cheese and olive oil, and I was slightly gritting ...
... was mostly industrial and of no interest at all! The only thing that we salvaged from this trip was that we found the Barcelona Ice Bar. Tanya had read about it and had wanted to see it. We paid $20 to put our Eskimo gear on and go into the ice bar -17degrees! You were then expected to drink a cold drink in there......I don't think so! Took some photos...the iPad froze and would not work! We were in ...
Well the Spain/Portugal/Morocco road trip didn't quite go as roughly planned so thought it would be interesting to document what we think our France leg will entail. We've got about 10 days in France before returning the hire car to Madrid and thought we'd go up to Avignon or Marseille via the Mediterranean coastline before heading up to Lyon and the Burgundy wine region (can't wait!!). Then we will head across to Bordeaux (just in case we drink all of the wine in Burgundy) and back ...
... For 27€ instead of the normal €100 the website promised a King sized bed, restaurant on site, buffet breakfast, pool and Hammam complete with Finnish sauna, hydropool and three different showers; essential oil, fog and a Scottish Shower. Wasn't quite sure what a Scottish shower was but for €27 this Macdonald was willing to be pampered for the sake of family research! Set in the Cava (Spanish champagne) region of Spain we were obliged ...
... the open window I saw a lone man
with a beckoning look. In that
microsecond I realized what was going on, and never breaking stride I crossed
the road with feigned confidence and a purposeful stride, heading towards some
folks I could see down the hill. I asked a couple of bicyclists for directions, as the creepy guy drove by one more time, then I asked the woman if this might be an area for prostitutes. “Ah yes,” ...