Gramsci speaks for us all. He may not be quite so tired as his humans - after all, he seemed to be asleep a good deal of last night. We weren't. Moth, having slept all day, wanted to eat, to knock things off the bedside table, to lick our hands (very sweet, but not at 3 a.m.), and the rest of it. A huge thank you to Alice, who actually brought (strong) coffee making equipment with her, and made a brew with which to start the day, before heading to La Posada's Turquoise Room for breakfast at 7 ... only. But. They've changed its hours - it didn't open till 8, and we wanted to hit the road way before the time that this would have meant that we left. This was not welcome. That, plus the fact that the last few evening meals that we've had there haven't been at their old standard (and the service worse) meant that we brought our own room picnic last night (all the more making us look forward to breakfast ...). This is causing something of a travel dilemma in our minds: what's been great for twenty years, if slightly declining recently, seems to have slipped a bit more. Not that Gramsci registered any of this - he, and his handsome paws, were just happy to get back on his palace and snooze in the afternoon sun.
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