There was a huge sense of relief when we arrived at Viadelmare. Everytime I step off a plane onto some foreign soil, I'm hounded by this sense of dread - where a taxi driver will rip us off, locals will cajole us, or animals will attack us. But we arrived to the open arms of our gracious host. He was just stretching though, it was late enough at night and he was probably getting ready for bed. We were shown to our room which was fairly spacious, with a nice big balcony looking at nothing in particular. Still, it was a nice place to sit in the evenings and muse. We had a shared bathroom which wasn't really a problem except for once when my girlfriend, who was filled to capacity, had to spend 15 minutes jogging on the spot, while who ever was in there kept wetting, then blowdrying, then wetting their hair. Obviously someone strange. We also had a shared fridge out in the hallway which was great for chilling beers, except for the two that disappeared. I think I was in the wrong though, as I later found out that the shelves were labelled with the room numbers. Still, I hope somewhere someone feels just a twinge of guilt. You literally walk out the front gate of Viadelmare, cross the road, and you are on the beach. There are lots of different companies to rent the loungers from. Once we sat down in them and they never came to ask for money. We tried that again towards the end of our stay, and a large Italian woman shouted at us - Reservarto! Unfortunately I dont speak Italian, so didnt know how to say hello back to her, but she seemed really friendly, and kept shouting it until we left. Alghero town is a nice walk away, about 15 minutes, or a bit longer if you stop to look at all the stalls along the way. It's easy not to get lost though, you just follow the strand along. If you're really bad with directions, like me, I recommend you walk along the beach and just keep your right foot in the water. You cant go wrong. But always remember RIGHT FOOT TO TOWN, LEFT FOOT BACK. The master and mistress of the house live up on the top floor, and here you must go each morning to eat breakfast with them. Breakfast consists of those little brittle pieces of toast that are so popular on the continent, jam, yoghurt, and another continental breakfast special, the prepackaged chocolate crossaint. There is also a seemingly endless supply of what I believe is known locally as eggy-tart-cake. It's very tasty - but my girlfriend was dead set against eating cake for breakfast. Still, she had no choice. The mistress of the house (who possibly bakes these tasty cake treats) will not let you leave the table until you have eaten all of the tart. It's a kind of kind bullying that I thought was unique to Irish mothers, but evidently not. Other features of the master and mistresses house include their children, these are grown up versions of the small ones you sometimes see - and they usually spend their days playing piano. They are actually very talented though, so it can be pleasant to listen to while musing on balconies. We stayed 5 nights here, and if we were heading back on the same budget, would book here again. Great location and no problems whatsoever.…