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A guided tour in my castillo

So, this is pretty much where the magic happens, Jamie Oliver-style. Except, the fuses blew every time I turned on the hot-plate. Anyway, I got a new chemical top, so I'm happy. Unfortunately I took the pictures before the new stuff came so you'll have to settle with this. But trust me.. magic happens!



My lounge, public room, living room, day room. Salon if you will.



Kingsize bed for kings. N'aa mean?



Office to the left in the picture, kitchen, entrance hall. You name it!



Another view of my office, and my salon. Yeah.



As a bonus I have to show something I thought was pretty amazing. And not the how-sweet-kind-of-amazing, but more like how-nasty-and-unhealthy-kind-of-amazing.. Check out the amount of grease six thin slices of bacon are capable of making! Sick!

Where was I?

So... Arriving in Spain after a shitload of hours, we were pretty stoked on spending the night in Barcelona. We drove around, almost blindly following the voice on the GPS trying to find a decent hotel and a place to park. We hit the bullseye on first attempt and found a hotel with this view. All thanks to Mr. Gaudi. I think Gaudi was a pretty awesome guy.



After Barcelona and Mr. Gaudi the drive went on down south. Welcome to fogland.

But when we came further/farther/whatever... More south.. there was an amazing weater. It was hot, it was sun, it was awesome. I even played tennis in my shorts. In january. Sick.



Buuuut as the journey continued, and we got closer to Granada, and thus, higher, we were so lucky to see the snow again. White, wet and yeah... that's pretty much it.

This was one of the highest points on the road (I think) and it was snow, and it was a pretty sign, so I took a picture of it. Yeah, that's what I do, I take pictures of things. Also, this was the last picture before destination so.. there you go.. You're welcome.



More to come!