Back home.

 I know I'm a day late, but to be fair, this is the only day where I've not felt knackered. I'll give you a run down of what the place was like. If you've read anything its a very much a place that has a curated playlist, and a jokey modern style. We didn't have a proper basin in our room and our show was the most advanced I've seen in a hotel (dual shower heads FTW). I could also do with going back a good 10 years later when the palms and trees have gotten their maximum height so you can see it at its best.

We have various small blocks with long halls, I was in block 4 and looked out over the circle pool, which was the quiet pool. It bought all the little kids around with parents and you could sit out and read without being bothered. They had a large pool for swimming in which was nice and did most of the blogs from to be honest. 

But to be fair the thing that struck me most about this holiday was defeat from victory. Everything I wanted to look at or had an interest in was a broad case of curb your enthusiasm. Case in point, my room was 444, triple bad luck, we had to keep asking our regular black cat for some good luck and to be fair I've seen some good stuff but that only applies to wildlife. Other stuff was definitely not good.

Oh and before you wonder about the TV, I never had it on much. So my abiding memories are dubbed American Pickers, a new Italian version of Kommisar Rex and a central Lechera Asturiana advert that turns a mishap with cream into a something much worse.