Saturday, 10 January 2009
The Rain in Spain. . .
. . . is falling everywhere, but who cares? It's a vacation.
We stopped just north of Barcelona in a bar/hostel with immaculate rooms and a charming owner who speaks French and loves dogs. Catch me giving the dogs packs of ham meant for the customers.
Then, two days with friends near Benidorm, helping to empty their fridge before they depart for South America for three months. And we figure they won't be needing all their DVDs until they come back, either.
Next, Almeria and six days with Nick's brother and sister-in-law. Carole automatically gave the leftovers to the dogs. Chili? They ate it. Leftover paella? They ate it. I'm not sure they wanted to come home.
Then we did the whole thing in reverse, adding a stop for lunch with a friend near Perpignan.
If this seems a boring account, it's true that we did nothing much. Loved seeing everyone and enjoying their hospitality. Ate, drank and rested. No computer, no telephone. It was the perfect vacation.
And we got out just before the snows came.