Our hotel in Azpeitia (meaning ‘down the rock’ in Basque) appeared to be a centuries old converted family home run by a brother and sister with the help of other family members. The dining area, with stone arches, the kitchen…
The third morning of we arose to the sound of small bells beyond the balcony of our room. Behind the hotel was a garden and a fenced enclosure with goats, wearing bells. Bonnie took a photo of the goats reaching for the tender low lying leaves of a tree.
Vacations are about sleeping in late and then having a nice breakfast/brunch when you do decide to get up – right? FORGET IT, that memo was misplaced, or I suspect purposefully hidden from me, for most of our Spain trip.