It was a quick turnaround, only three nights in our Spanish home, and before we knew it, we were heading back to the airport, home to England, this time with Mariana, Juan and Rosa with us.
We had booked the castle for Sabs parents to stay, it was an old castle not far from my childhood home, which had been turned into a hotel, I knew Juan would love it and he did, Sab and I stayed with my parents for the first couple of nights enjoying our family time, then we headed over to the castle with Mariana and Juan. Juan had been in his element staying at the castle, Mariana had loved every second stating she could easily live in England, if it was not for the rain. My parents and Sab’s parents got along famously, I don’t know how, but they each seemed to know what the other was saying, comm
