After our long, sometimes scary, bus ride we arrived at the hotel for the evening…which is a 250 year old castle. The pictures don’t do it justice but still give you a glimpse of what it was like. The cow? Well they are sacred and roam the streets at will. They are owned by individuals who milk them daily, (just the cows not the bulls for you city folk) and let them out to fend for themselves. Apparently they don’t get hit by vehicles much but because their main diet is garage they sometimes die from eating plastic.