A really great hotel is truly hard to find. One that is a beautiful, doesn’t give up when it comes to customer service and comfort. And of course it has to be in a brilliant location and look fabulous too. It’s not to much to ask now is it? We have stayed in many hotels this year, from countryside retreats to city pads. Here are our top three:
Gosh I am so behind with my travel posts! Let me try to bring you up to speed. Back in September, Dan and I travelled to Malaga, southern Spain for a whirlwind of a weekend getaway. You may remember our fantastic hotel, Barcelo, complete with slide. Well here is a little round up of this beautiful City. I must admit, when we were originally asked to go to Malaga to review the hotel, I was a little apprehensive. Malaga, to
Have I told you about our Summer holiday adventures? No? I am sure I have. I’ve banged on about it to anyone who will listen. No? Ok.. well here goes. This Summer we took the boys overseas to Spain and France for a two week epic road trip. Sixteen days, two countries, eight different locations, taking in the Pyrenees, beaches and cities and hundreds of miles in the car. I shall reveal all about the different locations, where we stayed
A few weekends ago, Dan and I left our boys with their Grandparents and took a flight from Bristol Airport to Malaga. A sweet little weekend away, to catch some sun and relax in an unknown City. Malaga, on the Southern tip of Spain, drenched in sunshine and surrounded by mountains and the sea. Our flight arrived after dark, we were whisked by taxi from the airport to central Malaga, and stepped out in front of our hotel. Barcelo. Sleek,
We are off to sunnier climes next week! I cannot wait. It will be our first Summer overseas holiday as a family and the boys first trip to France. Excited, us? Of course we are! We are on a road trip for two weeks, first catching the overnight Brittany Ferry from Portsmouth to Santander, Northern Spain. I have heard mixed things about this journey, mostly to be prepared for a very choppy ride. I must remember to pack / take
This weekend I spent most of my time with my face raised to the sky. Looking up at all the beautiful buildings, flats and balconies in Barcelona. Such beauty was to be found in the simplest of streets, drying sheets wafting in the breeze and where black party dresses hung out alongside burros tail plants and potted geraniums.
Today, I travelled away from the main tourist drag of Barcelona, Las Ramblas and that famous Gaudi house. Being a tourist among other tourists in 30+ degrees searing heat isn’t recommended. Opting instead for taking the Metro to Poble Nou. It’s still hot, of course, but there is a lot less traffic and the tourists have given way to artists and students. I only came here for the coffee, but I’m glad I made the trip.
Booking Hotel Brummell was a risk, stepping off of the plane in an unknown City, it could easily have been a turkey. But after viewing it on the Booking.com app I could tell it had the potential of being something really great, I wasn’t wrong. Located in the Poble Sec region of Barcelona, a leafy neighbourhood with tree lined streets and balconies that dripped plants and washing. Kids playing football in the street, and people walking their dogs. Not a ‘I heart Barcelona’ hat