There's a hotel, a baby, a deeply Spanish man and a lot of frankly ridiculous situations. The hotel is in Andalusia in Southern Spain. The baby, Angel (ang-hel in a Spanish accent) was born on Bastille Day in 2014 and is a gorgeous bundle of laughing, screaming, giggling, furious, cheeky changeable joy. The deeply Spanish man is called Manu. Long suffering, infuriating, good to the very bones and sexy with it. My name is Tinca. Together we are trying to keep this sixteenth century leaking crumbling ship afloat.