Good morning, Andorra (Saturday)

And so after making our way across the Iberian peninsula, albeit in only five hops (two planes, two trains, and one bus) we wake at our final destination, the Pyrenees. This tiny country, has a population less than Watford, and yet is about 1,000 years old. This is the view from our hotel, but it's misleading. I didn't opt for the room with a view so this was actually a zoom in the top right corner. There was actually a wall opposite our window. But we'd be back in the evening so why pay for a 5 minute view. Down for breakfast I was pleasantly surprised. It was impressive and loved the touch when they ask how you'd like your eggs when you enter. To be honest I don't like feeling like royalty, it feels exploitative, but I do appreciate the effort they make.