Looks nice, doesn't it?
Liz is here right now. She sent me a text this morning saying "namaste". It's one of those sort of places.
I could have gone, but when she booked it didn't seem my sort of thing. Right now, watching the world's financial markets turn to dust, and all the gloom and doom putting our soon-to-be-required retirement fund under pressure, a few days in the Spanish mountains sounds just about perfect.