Royal Sherry Park Jerez De La Frontera

... and colors inside! <br> The owner, who was a tall American woman with long red hair who wore a long gauzy skirt and most definitely went bra-less, explained the rules to all of us. The kitchen was communal, as in all things in the fridge that were not labeled were up for grabs, and breakfast was coffee, tea, and oatmel. In Cadiz, the plumbing is horrible so you can't, ABSOLUTELY CAN NOT, flush anything down the toilets. I don't think any of us ...

... to communicate. We were able to watch Flamingo dancing at the center in town as there was a special performance that night and the star was a young man who grew up in Cadiz and Loly and her husband have known as a child. After the show we went to lunch with Sergio and Oscar their sons. Oscar is older and speaks a little English and looks just like Jon Vaglio. Crazy. That morning both sons were at a casting call for a movie to be made with Tom ...

... set up a little ladder so that the mice could drink the sherry out of a wine glass!<br><br><br>Then we went to the horse show. Very similar to what the Lippanzaner Stallions do. It was&#8230;an experience&#8230;but I don&#8217;t think I&#8217;ll ever go watch something like that again. But I can at least say that I've seen it.<br>

We got up really early (for us vacationers). It was about 8:15am. We decided we would drive 2 hours to a city called Jerez de la Frontera to see the famous dancing horses of Jerez. The tour guide said it was worth the drive... We arrived to another city. Not as big as Seville, but a city nonetheless. Shae was super excited to see the dancing horses. The show started at noon and lasted 1.5 hours. Shae lasted about 20 minutes - which was pretty good for her ...

... the left and right side of the castle walls were big round gun turrets from WWII.<br><br> I wanted to stop up the coastal road at Cape Trafalgar, site of Lord Nelson&#8217;s famous 1805 naval battle that sent him home in a spirits barrel &#8211; preserved. I read a pocketbook about the battle about a year ago. Nelson&#8217;s ships-of-the-line aggressively attacked the superior French fleet after ...

... s sleep. Distance driven 266 km 165 miles Thursday December 11th. After breakfast in the bright hotel dining area, I needed to do a financial juggle on the internet, during which a security check required them to contact me by phone for confirmation. OK, home phone - no point and mobile phone number was.........our old cell phone number. This was our reserve account and I had missed changing the number over to our new phone. Aardvarks ...

... days of New York Art Deco, and a pair of obnoxiously large sunglasses. But the prized peace of my ensemble was my traditional Spanish leather wine satchel ... which holds a maximum of 1.5 liters of liquid! Clearly, there was no motif to my costume, but that was not my particular goal. I jumped on-board a bus headed to Cadiz around 10 p.m. My compadres and I arrived at Cadiz around midnight, and stayed till 5 a.m. The following is a ...

... of gross. We then went back to Casa De Miguel and took about a 3.5 hour nap in the AC. This was quite nice. Afterwards we went to the grocery store and picked up some wine and some stuff for a picnic. We headed to another beach and sat there for about five hours doing nothing but drinking wine, eating food, and doing some fantastic people watching. The next day we decided to hit the road. We picked a town that we had never heard of and went there. On to Jerez.. or is that Jereth?

... to her in between the expertly delivered English tour. It was interesting to see how the Sherry and Brandy is made. However the best bit was the sampling and tapas afterwards. I realised that the typical sweet sherry we get in England is most unpleasant however proper dry Spanish sherry is most pleasant. I shared a small bottle with my new acquaintance and after leaving the Bodega chatted with Jo for a couple of hours before she caught the bus to Tarifa ...

... in bed...all day... we dumped our belongings and headed for the beach ( well we never actually found it that day). When we arrived back we met Enrique - the mad owner - he continued to sing everything and insisted that Annie smacked his bum! Several times!!!! Hilaroius!!! She did this with his assistance, he grabbed her hand and forced it onto his ****! Annie had nothing to worry about she was never going to be his type! Enrique continued ...