Posada Real de Santa Maria.

Not on the map. Off the back roads. Rural. Small. Empty.
But in the small hotel is a kitchen that serves amazingly good paella (pie-yah)
The chef had won the prestigious international paella competition twice.
M had paella Valenciana. (Rabbit with broad beans and snails)
T had the paella marisco. (Prawns and crab)
Both really yummy. Both completed with the remnants mopped up with bread.
Washed down with a bottle of local cava.
Apart from award winning paella, the hotel also provides rooms. Handy when it's 11pm and you have a full belly and a bottle of cava under the belt. (And you are 70 km from any other town)
Excellent rooms. Clean and comfy. Breakfast included.
Next morning before heading to Terual M took a ride to the next town whilst T ran to some old windmills on the hill behind town.
A worthwhile trip. It also confirmed that the Paella that we both enjoy cooking at home is up with the best.

No one at home except us and a green tractor. Strange walking around a town when it feels like you are the last ones alive on 

earth.

The most recent paella award displayed proudly on the wall.

I rarely stop on a ride to take a photo. Usually just head down and ride. However I couldn't pass up the poppy fields flowing irridescently in a glimpse of morning sun. Making time to stop and smell the poppies. On some back road in Spain somewhere, far from everything on a map.