Parador de Alarcon
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... Sandra and Anna – the lovely women who work in the café next door to the school (they put up with my Spanish practicing!); Guada at the front desk of the gym, who has enough style and sarcasm to have her own reality show; Laura, who teaches Body Balance (yes, I can say plank pose, downward dog and exhale in Espanol); even Adela, the woman who seems to always get me in the checkout line of the grocery. I know I could ask Enrique ...
... 13th century. The complex is called the Iglesia de San Juan del Hospital. The guide explained that there was a graveyard on the opposite side of the church. So if someone died in the hospital, it was a quick trip to the church and out the other side. Walking in the church it looked quite plain. But there was a small chapel to one side, which held a huge golden alter dedicated to the Virgin Mother. It stunned me to see such wealth in this little non de ...
... some nasty injuries. Then the picadors come in with their lances that they torment him with then stab him in the withers. The lances have hooked spikes in the end so once the bull is stabbed they stay in. Finally the matador comes back with his cape and dances with the bull. The more artistic he makes it the greater the matador. Finally he pulls out a sword and drives it through the bulls withers into the heart. The sword must be incredibly sharp ...
Not much to report today. I was up, packed and at the station to get my train to Valencia by 10am. Spain is another one of those places they don't tell you where the train will be until 15 minutes until the departure. The station is a little like an airport. Instead of checking our tickets on board, I had to get my ticket scanned as I made my way to the platform. I had to put my bags through an x-ray and everything. The trains were cool though. No wifi, but clean ...
... radiates from Spaniards as they enter crosswalks, directly in front of our car. They pop into the periphery without a glance and I hear "PEATON!!!" and I slam on the brakes. This is usually followed by some subtle chatter in the backseat, something about Clark W. Griswold. It's like a family video game, but with consequences.
Che and Anya continue to gab on our commute. "You know you're drinking dinosaur pee dad?". "Uh..geez, no I didn't" as I sip some bottled water. ...