The foundations of pensions

In southern Spain where I spent ten days resting recently it is a totally different story. They are thrown up in any direction but straight, like lances planted by tired drunken medieval knights after a long days jousting. Perhaps this is out of respect for their famous Don Quixote de la Mancha and his passion for tilting at windmills, a reminder of earlier times. Flag poles outside five star hotels similarly stand in a drunken disorganised array and as for street signs, many have lost the will to stand at all. When you look at the crumbling potholed pavements, which in many cases lack ...