Spent all morning packing in my usual last minute style. Drying clothes from the washing machine and ramming them in the suitcase.
Got to Ruth’s – absolutely frozen. No point wearing too many layers it’ll be warm in Madrid – and allowed Ruth to throw her things in the suitcase.
After a cup of tea and a quick chat the trip began. Once there we decided that out of all the couples there, we looked the most in love – shame we wouldn’t touch each other with a barge pole.
Wizz-Air seems to be pretty good and when we got up above the clouds, the view of the sun setting was pretty incredible. You could also see the high rise mountains poking out the top of the wispy blanket that is the cloud beneath.
Ruth passed out pretty quickly and has the silliest eye mas on I’ve ever seen, looks like some girls may wear it in the Darling Cabaret. I’m beginning to question whether Ruth has a side career.
I’m also convinced two of the air stewards are fucking – I’ll see what I can find out.
So we landed and immediately went to a restaurant in David’s village. We ordered a huge 3 course collection of sea food. I was incredible – crabs, prawns, molluscs, shrimp and tasted like the sea, but removed of all the salt and oil.
We then made the short wealk back to his house through the village. We had to stop four times because the cillage David lives in is your prototypical Mediterranean village, it’s small, everyone knows each other, the small beautiful buildings are the colour of burnt sienna and everything looks so homely.
The plan tonight is to drink whiskey and coke with many a Spaniard and make an ass out of myself in front of a whole new legion of people.
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