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- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Swimming pool
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Rafa came to pick us up in his vintage car - 30 years old and we heard it coming about 3 minutes before we saw it. We started our day at the stables brushing and then tacking up the horses. Rowan's grey was so muddy it needed a shower to come clean. Our trek today was up and down some fairly steep stony paths....we just held on and let the ...
... br> Then down to the riding stables.
Rafael, the owner is great. We did a little work in the school and then set off on a trek. Paths, through beautiful spanish countryside, with the occasional off-piste trek making our own paths through the woods. (It was more of on top and in the trees rather than through.) Required a lot of ducking! Talia's horse, Nemo, ...
... some of his other sketches, drawings and sculptures. Lunch was pretty simple at a cafe near by then we headed to Collioure. After a couple of missed exits due to roadworks and zig zagging on some small country roads we arrived. Collioure is a small seaside town full of character and history. Boutique shops, castles, windmills and cobble stone streets all creates ...
... close to the old city which has beautiful coloured houses along the river. We were really in the Spanish way of life, finishing a leisurely lunch at 4pm. Walked around yet another medieval city, getting lost amongst its many alley ways as we weaved our way up to the Cathedral at the top. Never get sick of doing this. Another beautiful city that provided lots of photo opportunities and a chance ...
... full swing. We're all embracing spring.
"Any nation that can eat churros and chocolate for breakfast is not required to demonstrate its courage in other ways." -- James Michener on Spain.
That might sum up the current Boeschen philosophy. Especially since a new operator took over the churro truck near our house (though we're still never sure when it's open or it's closed. Guessing this as we come into the roundabout ...