At this point I am as confused as freshly released flatulence in a wicker chair.
Old Mamasan has as much sense of direction as a loaf of bread.
Guadalest is a must see. If you are so callous that you opt out Guadalest, then you will have missed out. Simple as that.
Every afternoon, right after dinner, he is pacing around the room wearing a path into the hardwood floor, waiting for darkness to fall. And I realize, I have lost him for good now.