The final leg of our Spanish jaunt sees us in Valencia, that sun-drenched, Paella-inventing, Horchata-drinking gem. Our last trip here was 8 years ago, and with no children to savour the delights of travel, all we could do was gorge on seafood Paella and Sangria by the beach, relax in the hotel spa pool and sunbathe indefinitely. Not much to live up to this time then…
Read MoreWe reach Casa Palacio de Carmona, our home for the next few nights, at about 3pm local time with one thing on our minds; food. We had missed lunch through the usual comedy of errors that is family travel, and having been on the road for most of the day, tempers were beginning to fray…
Read MoreOur journey to Vejer takes us through Jerez, the smaller and less extroverted Andalucian city compared to it’s capital Seville, famed for its palomino grape sherry and Flamenco. We find ourselves sat outside this unassuming restaurant, the sunlight only just starting to creep past the castle-like walls surrounding the cobblestone courtyard we are about to eat in…
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