Aranjuez – Bilbao
I got my bearded one up quite early to take him for his walk outside the palace grounds and then we returned to the hotel – actually it is a hostel but very nice and we had a leisurely breakfast in the verdant atrium, at least they did and I am happy to say it was a lot cooler this morning.
Today we are heading for Bilbao which is the Port where we are going to get on a huge kennel to cross the sea to England but that is tomorrow.
We are booked into another hotel this one is called Euba but the address is very strange as we are deep in Basque Country, a part of Spain where they do not even speak Spanish, but my bearded one is not perturbed, he has an electronic device called a GPS aka Mavis which speaks to him in English.
After another five hours or so of sleeping (for me, not him) and directed by Mavis from time to time, we arrived at a very grand house and entered a large driveway and parked alongside the car that we had been following for a while.
My bearded one climbed stiffly from my short kennel and followed the other driver through the front door, up a short flight of stairs and into a large hall. At this point the gentleman ahead, put down the bags he had carried from his car, turned around and was clearly going to speak a foreign language but my brave bearded one pre-emptied the obvious and presented instead, a broad smile, a passport and a hotel booking reference.
This gentleman turned out to be most kind and a little amused. He put his shopping away, hung his coat on a hook, and then took my bearded one by the hand into the library of his home and showed him on a map where our hotel was actually located, some four kilometres away.