Talking about Armadas - and for your general edification - I watched a programme once which featured the (umpteen greats) granddaughter of the man in charge of the actual Armada. She was mad keen on flowers and fell in love with this garden she'd seen in a picture. Some castle or other.
Sent her Man of Business to find out about the place with a view to maybe buying it - and cornered him on his return to find out who owned it.
He replied - rather dejectedly - 'You do, Madame.'
What it is to be a wealthy, titled, Spaniard, eh?