It doesn't get more luxurious than this. You ski all day but you never had to stand in a lift line. You lunch on grilled wholed fish and a glass of cava. You siesta. And then you drive a few minutes to town and park by an ancient castle. And meander down a few steps to a local steakhouse. When you get to the restaurant, you prepare to wait a little and negotiate for a table, even though you and the proprietor already texted and he knows you are coming. And when you finally sit down, you order a bottle of fine Spanish red, and pick your meat that will be weighed right in front of you. You prepare to eat like kings and queens. This is luxury in the castle, in the Spanish Pyrenees.