A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
I think this was the day Sam was unwell, he'd not been eating much and then he was suffering from quite bad tummy trouble such that we had to go to the vet, who was excellent.
You can tell this is a day of resting and catching up from the washing that obviously has time to dry, do please notice our improvised washing line prop.
Initially, we were put in a room on the otherside of the branch of the hotel we were now in, we had to move out because the sink was leaking. This side was much better, it had a terrace, like the first room, but this terrace looked out onto the lawn around the swimming pool. I don't think we were allowed to use the pool but Sam, even in his unwell state, certainly enjoyed the grass around it.
It was a most enjoyable space, sheltered from any wind with all sorts of interesting objects dotted about, the owner was an architect it turned out. The rooms, in part at least, were a bit run down and in need of some renovation, but they were comfy and enjoyable nonetheless.
It's time to leave our luxurious Mas Passamaner and head south to Valencia where we have a date with our dear friends Amparo and Xavi.