PS I make no apology for the many photographs in this posting! Had you been there, you too would have come back with a camera-full. Judging from the wealth of fascinating historical stuff on this curiously entitled walk, the path…
Salmorejo is a Spanish dish that you may have encountered. And it probably looked like this: Like gazpacho but much much thicker as you can see. And irristible as you can tell! Thick and creamy and served very cold as…
A guest – an exceedingly well-travelled one I hasten to add – has just awarded us the Best Hotel Picnic in the World Award. Unfortunately no prize money is involved nor cup or medal but for me the accolade is…
We unashamedly claim (some of) the best hotel views in Andalucia. So inspirational are they that guests eagerly seize the drawing pads we leave in our rooms. When I replaced them recently, I realised they had left some gems and…
Alan Robertson, wrote this fabulous rhyming ditty in 2005 whilst staying at Los Castaños. His wife was occupied with her watercolouring and he was inspired to write poetry! Hope you enjoy it as much as I do! Up in the…
I recently returned from a short trip to my native land to visit my Elderly Aunt, who lives in Stratford upon Avon. Exciting as it is to travel even to familiar places and marvellous as it was listening to my…
Love ‘em or hate ‘em, IKEA has done a Good Thing! To celebrate their Malaga store’s five year anniversary, IKEA promised 25,000 euros to the village that received the most votes. We won!! The 25,000 euros has to be spent…
Years ago, in a tatty bar in the grotty end of a small Andalucian town, I had for the first time a unique and memorable tapa – Chorizo al Infierno. Google translates this delectable and dramatic dish as “sausage to…
Season´s Greetings to friends of Los Castaños all over the world! Two lasting Christmas traditions were born In 1843. The first Christmas Card was created at the behest of the first director of London´s V & A. It had all…
What else can one do on a dreary November Sunday but go out for lunch with a good bottle of red. But where to go. We ran through our favourite places but nothing appealed. It was beginning to look as…