Molinos de Jávea, Alicante, Spain

Check this beautiful 4 star hotel located in Calpe, Spain. Perfect for a family of 5 who want to share a room. Amazing getaway for May half time - only £490 per person. #onthebeach #calpe #alicante #holiday #familyof5 #mayhalfterm #familyholiday #bournemouthairport #europe #summerholidays https://www.instagram.com/p/CnMbSCjqhaR/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

Was Ritchie on holiday?

How much did Phil pay her?

Zuerich to Alicante .

I whisper things, the beach sings ‘em back to you.. ❤️#beautiful #dream #evening #nature #perfect #wonderfulview #beach #paradise #peace #sea #sky #sunset #holiday #travel #alicante #city #wonderful #everydayeverywhere #inspiration #colours #tbt #life #love #instagood #me #romance #sand #igers #landscape (à Spain) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjDqGsTM97J/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

Case Vacanze Puglia sul mare Economiche

La Puglia, con le sue splendide spiagge, il mare cristallino e i caratteristici borghi, è una meta ideale per trascorrere una vacanza al mare indimenticabile. Se stai cercando case vacanze economiche in Puglia sul mare, sei nel posto giusto. In questo articolo, ti presenteremo alcune soluzioni convenienti per goderti una meravigliosa vacanza estiva senza dover spendere una fortuna.

The fun continues 👍 Best Regards from Alicante my friends 🙋‍♀️ #hogueras #hoguerasalicante #hogueras 2022 #hoguera #hoguerasdesanjuan #hoguerasdealicante #spain #alicante #holiday #sun #sunnydays #hello #artmodel #ciekawostkizeswiata #curiositiesfromtheworld #ninalittletraveler (w: Alicante) https://www.instagram.com/p/CfDzN2cge1m/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

🔥 𝗧𝗢𝗠, AMBASSADOR FOR 𝑱𝑶 𝑴𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑵 💥

HIS PRESENCE, HIS HANDSOMENESS, HIS VOICE, HIS EVERYTHING 🤩💞 He leaves me breathless 🥵💘 He is pure perfection 💯❤️‍🔥

This ad will always be special because it was precisely uploaded on a day in which they gave me wonderful news, because three days before the ad filming he was already in Alicante and knew some of its beaches, a place where I have been going a lot for summer holiday lately to shoot 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒎: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳��𝒔𝒕 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆, and because since I met him I wanted him to film a cologne ad 💖🥺

WHAT A BIG SURPRISE!!! I will pray so that this appears on my TV in due time, and we all can enjoy him and this great advertisement, which leaves me speechless 🙏🏻😍💓

I love him very much ❤️ I NEED MORE OF HIM

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🔥 𝗧𝗢𝗠, EMBAJADOR PARA 𝑱𝑶 𝑴𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑵 💥

SU PRESENCIA, SU GUAPURA, SU VOZ, SU TODO 🤩💞 Me deja sin aliento 💘 Es perfección pura 💯❤️‍🔥

Este anuncio siempre será especial porque justamente fue subido en un día en el cual me han dado una maravillosa noticia, también porque tres días antes del rodaje del anuncio ya estuvo en Alicante y conoció alguna de sus playas, lugar donde últimamente voy mucho a veranear, para rodar 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒎: 𝑬𝒍 𝑼𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒐 𝑩𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒆, y porque desde que lo conocí deseaba que hiciera un anuncio de colonia 💖🥺

¡¡¡QUÉ SORPRESÓN!!! Rezaré para que esto aparezca en mi televisión cuando sea el debido momento, y todos podamos disfrutar de él y de este grandísimo anuncio, que me dejan sin palabras 🙏🏻😍💓

Lo quiero muchísimo ❤️ NECESITO MÁS DE ÉL

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Since TUMBLR won't allow to post more than 4,500 carachters I'm obliged to put an additional post in order to complete the report of

Ch. I - August 1975 - Italy - Tunisia – Algeria – Morocco – Spain – France – Italy.

BENALMADENA COSTA - SPAIN Luxurious residence, swimming pool right in front of the entrance to the apartment, we were already looking forward to the two weeks of complete relaxation after so much travelling. We were close to the fence, it was very early, and my friend uncle's family were certainly still sleeping.

''Let's try to guess who owns the clothes hanging out to dry, right in front of the apartment windows'' I told Gianluigi. . Then suddenly something unexpected happens: the door of the apartment opens and an elderly lady comes out, dressed with a nightgown: she didn't look like Mrs. Proserpio at all! We look at each other bewildered:

''Maybe the apartment booked was not available, and the management assigned another one?'' It was my friend guess.....

''Well .......it happens sometimes...'' I reply. At this point we went to Residence reception in order to ask where the Proserpio family is staying. The kind receptionist consults a list and than, with a smile says:

''Disculpa, but Senora Proserpio called me' and canceled the apartment reservation'' -WHAAAAT??

Yes, asi es…….disculpa Senor…. Disconcertion - great - mine and Gianluigi's……….also because August 15th in the Costa del Sol - as in many other parts of Europe is the peak of the summer season. ''Do you have a free apartment for the next 15 days''? We ask hopefully. ''Forgive me, but the residence is complete''.

And this was the phrase we heard repeated from the ''1267 hotels'' where we asked for a room for the whole holiday, along the coast from Benalmadena to Torremolinos and surrounding areas. Desperate, but not defeated, we resorted to ''Plan B'': the tent! We had brought, just in case, the tent purchased a year earlier from Bertoni Camping for the holiday in Riccione '68. And now it was good to have it! We found a campsite but? Worn out! And what do we do? We installed our tent just beside the campsite entrance, so we could use the campsite services without paying a pesetas! In short, a reckless life, just a week, to allow the mid-August crowd to leave and vacate some apartments. We found an apartment just a week later in Benalmadena: a decent residence, but at this point we certainly couldn't be picky. Having found a roof for the day (we used to spent the night somewhere else) we only had to find a place to refresh ourselves in the evening, and once again our lucky stars met us: we discovered el ''Restaurante de Raoul! ''. He was an Argentinian by origin, married to an Italian woman, and domiciled in Biella, Italy. For the summer of 1975 he had rented a small restaurant on the road between Benalmadena and Torremolinos, and delighted the customers in a mix of Argentine, Spanish and Italian cuisine. The female cook was Spanish, and Roul had brought his twelve-year-old son from Italy, but not his wife, since she was managing a Bed & Breakfast in Biella. It was our luck: not only did the cook prepare us timbales of macaroni, delicious fish baked in foil, but we had become friends with Roul: so off to the aperitifs and sangria that flowed like rivers! And at the end of dinners Raoul was always asking us:

What do you want to pay??!!

In short, it was a lucky step from the unfortunate surprise of the Mr. Proserpio's non-arrival and we had few ''dias feliz''. By the way, we learned more about the reasons for Mr. Proserpio's giving up, once we returned home. They had arrived - it seems - all the way to Alicante, where they had had mechanical problems with the Opel Rekord they were traveling with. Hence the (absurd) decision to turn around, return to Italy, and cancel the reservation of the apartment in Benalmadena (did we recover the deposit? No, that was lost too…) Until the end of August nothing special to report, just a quiet life, sea-pool-sleepless nights, big moguls in the evening and revelry chez Roul. Then, inevitably, the day of returning to Italy arrived, and a request from Raoul literally left us speechless: - Guys, you know that I trust you, right? - Yes Raoul… - Well I ask you a favor: my son has to start school again soon, and I instead will have to stay here at least until the end of September - So? - If you agree, could you take him with you to Italy? The car is big, and there are only two of you…. - Well…yes……why not? This will only make us take a detour towards Biella, but in a journey of over 2,000 km it's a small thing in the end…… In truth we had decided to accept, given that, as it was the end of the holiday, money was scarce. So we were counting on the help that would certainly come from Raoul, since he would surely provide his son with a sum of money for a trip of at least 3 days……. (or not?). The moment we start our journey back to Italy, it always brings mixed feeling: returning home, seeing relatives and friends..... but also sadness for the end of the holidays, and the awareness that the easy life of the Saniard's was over. And we'll have to wait a whole year to the next holiday…. We left Benalmadena in the morning (not early because Gianluigi let's say he wasn't an ''early bird' guy) and the first stop was Valencia, some 800 km away, where we arrived in the evening. A drab city then, later the European Community funds and investments for the America's Cup sailing will transform it into a more pleasant place. That evening we choose a typical Valencian restaurant, because it is true that the city was not so nice like other Spain's cities, but the Valencian cuisine is excellent, starting with the famous ''Paella a la Valenciana''. The restaurant is called El Pederniz, typical local cuisine. Great feast of seafood appetizers, cold and hot, then paella para todos, and finally ''Arnadi'', a typical Valencian postre, a mixture of pumpkin and sugar, cooked in the oven and subsequently decorated with almonds and pine nuts. All washed down with excellent Blanco Bodega Reto.

We pay, but we were certain that Paolino (Raoul's son) will have enough money in store to guarantee us a night in a hotel nearby, but..... INSTEAD NO!!! After leaving the restaurant and returning to the car, while we were discussing which hotel to choose for the night, Gianluigi asked the fateful question that we should have asked BEFORE departure: - Paolino how much money did your dad give you? - Nothing…….. - ……….Silence……. - How….nothing? - Yes, says Paolino after a hesitation, Dad said that you would take care of everything…….'' - Machecazzzzzz……………..(Italian bad word) And now we were in the sh*****… if we had known we wouldn't have spent all those pesetas in the best restaurant of Valencia. But than it was like that.... cursing Raoul and sending him all the insults in Spanish we know, I started the car and go out of Valencia, took the motorway again, and then stopped at the first service area and slept in the car. Lucky for us, the Citroen DS19 has a paddle shift and front-wheel drive, so it was equipped with seats which, when lowered, form a comfortable bed. And this is how we slept, and how we would sleep next night too. After a trip in which we spoke little, we then took Paolino to Biella - his mother was very happy to see him again after more than two months of absence. The kind Lady also hosted us for lunch (goodness of her…) after which we set off for the last stage, towards our hometown. (sigh)

Benalmadena - Spain

Holidays Alicante

new article written by lando for the telegraph dropped! this time about golfing (embarrassing. embarrassing that i’ve even read it but way more embarrassing for him). AND this time it’s actually paywalled, not like the other times. so please please don’t pay money to the telegraph - i will literally 100% always be posting these articles in full with a day or two delay at most. anyways, article under the cut as always, enjoy the read

I cannot wait to get back in the car this weekend. Spa is one of my favourite circuits and it’s always a thrill to race there. I’m also feeling particularly refreshed right now – both mentally and physically – after a brilliant holiday out in Spain and Portugal during F1’s summer break. I spent the first week in Ibiza and Formentera with friends and family, travelling between the islands and generally chilling out. Then in the second I went on a bit of a road trip with my buddies Max Fewtrell and Tom Bale, who are old karting team-mates from back in the day.

I say road trip but the truth is it was a golf trip. We played every morning and then travelled on to our next destination later in the day, going from Alicante to Marbella, Sotogrande to the Algarve, and ending up in Porto. It was utterly glorious. 

Yes, my name is Lando Norris. And yes, I am a golf addict.

I thought I would use my column this week to write a little bit about my relationship with golf, as it seems to have become a thing. I'm always getting asked about it in interviews.

Believe me, no one is more surprised than I am that a game I had never really played until three years ago has become such a big part of my life but somehow it has. I probably have Carlos Sainz to thank for that. 

[picture of lando’s car at spa last year, i assume during quali but it’s just him spraying rain everywhere. fun times last year eh]

It was Carlos who introduced me to golf when we were team-mates at McLaren in 2019. We started at Topgolf in Surrey, near the team’s headquarters in Woking. Then he suggested I have a go out on the course. I was hooked from the word go.

It helped that Max and Tom took it up at the same time. We’re all pretty competitive so that helped to get the juices flowing. And slowly, over time, it’s just become part of my routine. I now play almost every day that I’m able to.

Am I obsessed? Yes, a little. I use an App called TheGrint, which keeps track of every shot. But don’t think it’s an unhealthy obsession (of course, you can become a golf bore but I try very hard not to be one, although I am attempting to get my girlfriend into it, so far unsuccessfully!) It’s my relaxation away from the paddock. A place where I can go to clear my head and forget about apexes and braking points.

For me, that is my primary motivation for doing it: clearing my head. I know there’s always talk of ‘cross-pollination’ when sportspeople take up other sports. There’s a long list of sportsmen and women who have taken up golf, from Gareth Bale to Steph Curry to Michael Jordan. And I guess there are potential benefits in terms of concentration, focus, and ability to deal with adversity. I probably get more frustrated out on the course than I do in the car.

But essentially I do it because I enjoy it. Which is ironic considering the pain it causes me. Right now I’m pretty frustrated with my game. I’m probably not doing enough lessons and I’m not seeing the progress I want to see. The driver is a particular issue (ironically). I don’t think I took it out of the bag for the last three days of the road trip. I do that classic thing of trying to hit it 100 times harder than the rest of my clubs, with predictable results! But I also have a few gremlins going on in my short game.

I actually need to get it a bit under control as I’m playing in the Pro-Am at Wentworth in a couple of weeks – in between the Dutch and Italian races – which is pretty nerve racking. I’ll probably be more nervous doing that than driving in an F1 race. I’ve played in a Pro-Am before, at the Dubai Desert Classic, when I was paired with Bernd Wiesberger. But there will be so many more people at Wentworth, and obviously on home soil a lot of them will know me. I don’t want to embarrass myself, especially as everyone knows how much I love golf!

[lando in dubai on the golf course with like some guy named bernd but not the safety car guy. i’m guessing a golfer? i assume the ppl who r actually into golf r also subscribed to the telegraph and can go there to check, venn diagram just a circle and all that]

I’m not yet sure who I’ll be paired with but there’s plenty of potential for embarrassment. But I’m looking forward to it. It will be an experience, with the crowds lining the fairways and galleries around the greens. 

Maybe I’ll get a few tips off Carlos. I reckon he’s probably the best golfer among us F1 drivers. Him or Lance Stroll. I think they must be off six or seven whereas I’m currently off 14.5, having been down at 12 or 13. Alex Albon is another I’ve played with in Monaco. It’s definitely a growing thing in F1, although I haven’t been able to tempt George Russell yet. 

Going into this weekend I’m comfortable with my fitness, and with how hard I’ve been working this year. For me, it felt important to relax and clear my head over the summer break. Golf helps me to do that. I’ll arrive in Spa fit, ready and re-energised, if a little sunburnt after my golfing road trip in 39C heat.

I’m a simple person who hides a thousand feelings behind the happiest smile💋 ....#beautiful #dream #nature #perfect #sun #wonderfulview #beach #paradise #peace #sea #sky #sunset #holiday #travel #alicante #city #wonderful #everydayeverywhere #inspiration #colours #tbt #life #love #instagood #me #romance #sand #igers #bnw_captures #bnwmood (à Spain) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjBEA2yqee8/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

I'm on holiday in Switzerland and I can't stop thinking that somewhere behind these mountains is Idris, Lake Lyn, Alicante.