Intercontinental La Torre Golf Resort Murcia
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... bill came little tots of some Brazilian liqueur which I am sure Boots the Chemist would be interested in for cough linctus.
The following day had to be a quiet one, but we drove over to Nerja, the pretty coastal town a few miles east of us, for a coffee in the square overlooking the Balcon de Europe, a favourite spot of King Alfonso XII, the Bourbon who was proclaimed king at the end of the short-lived first ...
... in his lilac gingham shirts and T-shirt with Snoopy on it. Not great that he'd fallen asleep on the way there because he'd been up since 5.30am, so we had to wake him up. We got there and he seemed fine, so we walked away and agreed wed collect him an hour later. Just induction today apparently! As I walked away crying again, we strolled to a cafe nearby and awaited the phone call, to say he was fine and come back at half one. Unfortunately the nursery rang me less ...
Loved the Albaycin area here, it was old narrow streets, cobbled with steps and alley ways that would open out on to great ´Miradors´(views) of the Alhambra or the Sierra Nevadas or other pretty parts of Granada city. We loved walking around the Albaycin, Sacromento (which is the part of town we stayed in and has lots of houses in caves cut into the rock) and the Plaza Nueva/Santa Ana area.
Granada holds on to the old tradition of tapas more than ...
... at a small underground restaurant/bar. Last minute Grant and Janosch upgraded a couple of seats for Youle and I. We (the girls) had a front row view of a guitarist, singing duo, and a young flamingo dancer. Her foot-tapping performance was strong, loud, and impressive. We had a lot of fun all together and each checked off seeing a Spanish flamingo show from our list of cultural things to do.
... range, standing proud and erect, boasting peaks at 3300 meters altitude, the highest in Spain. The bus meandered up the mountain swaying left and then right as it rounded sharp edges and teetered dangerously close to the ravine below. My admiration for our bus driver, a short stout man in his 30s, grew by the minute. What truly astonished me on our journey were the tiny white villages, interspersed along the hillside and ...