La Posada Gongora in Cádiz is a comfortable spot, Vidal mused as he sat at his desk, sipping coffee and staring blankly at the papers in front of him. Weary travelers are fortunate to be able to rest here.
He considered the almost oppressive cleanliness of the two-story structure, from the exterior with its lower level of stones and upper of green painted boards, to the courtyard enclosed with a stone and wrought-iron fence, to the little bedrooms and dining room inside.
The beds are soft, the mattresses have no lumps and Claudia’s home cooking is simple but satisfying. As far as inns go, this is close to Paradise.
I want to go home.
Half a week had passed since he had seen Rosalind, and he missed her. He still felt awkward about the wild night they had spent together, unable to get ov
