Club Hotel Tonga
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- Drycleaning onsite
- Minbar in room
- Airport Transportation
- Continental Breakfast
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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 ...
... after that comes a second course of pastries. Either empanadas packed with meat and peas or sweet pasty shaped robiols with pumpkin marmalade or cream filling. If you've not already glued your mouth shut with all that pastry you can then tuck into dry pastry biscuits cut into hearts or stars, about half an inch thick! These are thankfully all sloshed down with champagne, which loosens pastry from back teeth quite successfully! Seb and I were in for ...
... in the Olive press, a chapel in a cupboard and a hidden kitchen. Untouched, unvisited and preserved in the past. Beautiful. The train swept East to Sineu and cheery Pat kindly met me and we bobbed out to the 'ut. In progress for the last 10 years the old cottage is still evident, with a modern tack on. The interior a cross between ...
... The moves were so ecstatic, physical manifestations of the beat, fast and raw and thankful. Wilder than any dance sessions I've ever experienced. The morning dawned blue and misty. I packed bread and cheese and optimistically my sunnies. Seba had invited me to walk up the Puig to Alaro's famous castle and we abandoned the car on rough ground and strode up the track and onto the cobbled Camino ascending through pine, twisted olives and wild Rosemary. The views from the ...
... of tourists block the road waiting for their bus, people stroll and smile benignly, the first day of spring is warming the Port and the businesses who jet washed, repainted, repaired and readied themselves last week in the cold must have made their money today. The Soller train was packed to standing with hooded and scarfed Germans. It's a tiny microcosm that is just beginning to open up to me, as I feel increasingly at home, amongst the visitors! Patna is a 1920s ...