Walk in and you won't even find a reception desk. All there is is a fleet of old Lambos. Well-groomed and shined to perfection, these bulls are the old guard that started the legend. From the Miura to the Espada, Lamborghini, you may find it interesting to know, names most of its cars after Spanish bulls. Odd for a proudly Italian carmaker, but a nice piece of trivia to know. Espada is an exception; it is the sword wielded by the bullfighter.
I'll be back when Char comes again. I'm sure she'd wanna take a look in here. Also a good chance to get a photograph of her here. I'm slightly in preference of Lamborghini over Ferrari now, having heard the back story of the Ferrari founder talking smack to the Lamborghini founder. Plus, my Ferrari photos were all red. The Lambo album looks so much more appealing, with the mix of vibrant hues.
The souvenir store is not an in-your-face tourist trap. I had to ask a staff member where the gift shop was, and he kindly directed me round to another building. It's a small area, stocking items from cufflinks to duffel bags, umbrellas to apparel, and other lifestyle items, such as espresso cups, leather jackets, candle blocks and so on. I got two shirts for Eur 10 a piece, which surprised me, for Char and Dawn.