guadarrama

So Sierra de Guadarrama is a lovely hill-station, as they would call it back home in India, north of Madrid. It’s even lovelier because Laura lives there and has agreed to be our hostess. She is a friend of Omar’s, a friend of mine from India, and she lovely. Everything she does she seems to do it with such love, care and attention! We arrived to her place almost at midnight and so the next morning we slept in, a lot. When we went out to the living room we saw that she had prepared us an exquisite breakfast and left it all ready on the balcony. Can you imagine? Everything natural, organic, fresh.

Of course Nisarga decided right then and there then he never wanted to leave. A wonderful breeze at all times, horses that you can see over the balcony, a pool you can see from the back, surrounded by hills and green in every direction. If Laura was not leaving in a few days who knows when we would have left! We spent the first day at the pool, had a late lunch, watched a movie, and then went to the medieval fair at night and then on for a drink. Yes, hard life! Thank you Omar, thank you Laura, thank you Guadarrama.