I am staying at the Hotel Don Gregorio a refurbished palace. Here is the bedroom
(Demeaning comments that amount to slander or defamation of gender will not be tolerated on this blog).
And the breakfast offering ftom 8am till 10am. It is 8:45 and I am the only guest so far!
The one drawback of these tables groaning with food is that whilst one would normally have a healthy choice at home , the pull of the pastries is unstoppable. A bowl of fresh fruit is rationalised into the justification for not one, not two but several serves of glazed patisseries! “I will walk it off” I further argue… And I never lose an argument with myself!
In case you think I jest, my trusty phone records my daily average since arriving at 15 km a day!
The concierge at the hotel in Madrid said that Salamanca was the place for tapas. So I fought off the pull of the mattress to stay awake till the Trip Advisor highly rated restaurant Vinodiario opened at 20:00 hours.
That is smoked cod with peppercorn “marmalade” and truffle infused olive oil! How do I know it was infused? Because on waking around 6 am this morning in my Egyptian cotton sheets (1200 threads) I realised that I exuded a rather fungus tainted sweat. Its one of the few advantages es of the solo traveller.