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We didnīt have a long drive, from Zahara to Sanlucar de Barrameda, so we drove the coast backroads, and stopped for lunch twice. Had too much Sangria and fried cuttlefish, and I got sick, which didnīt make my entry into Sanlucar very happy, as we drove around for an hour trying to find our hotel, in rush hour, in narrrow ancient streets full of people and zippy motor bikes, in the heat of the day. When we got to our hotel, though, it was truly an oasis - a labrynthian, Moorish-style sanctuary. |