why I don´t like mondays...

yesterday was a day to forget - except that we haven´t quite yet...

it all started after a trouble-free trip from Barcelona... i stupidly (so stupidly) suggested we take the car into Valencia. very bad idea.

somehow between me and the navman i got us to the outskirts of Valencia where i thought there was an arts centre (there was not). there was an events centre (no events tho). then i thought we´d solve the problem by parking there and taking a tram into the centre of town. it took ages.

then we found that, basically, spain is closed on mondays. To be fair, it was our first monday afternoon in spain, so we weren´t really to know - and the helpful staff at the hotel forgot to tell us.

being closed, there was nowhere for dinner. being parked miles out of town we took ages to get back to the car. then, being tired, stressed (well, holiday stressed, anyway) and scratchy, we missed three exits in a row trying to get back to the hotel. one minute we were 7kms from our destination; before we knew it we were 17! madre de dios how we laughed (not).

anyway, nothing really bad actually happened. eg, no gypsies robbed us. weirdly, though, yesterday felt worse...

when we finally got back to the hotel, about 10.30pm, we had a picnic in our room. it tasted delicious...

and we´ve made up for it today as reported in the Paella blog. valencia is actually ok.

as i lay on the beach today, fretting about what kind of ozone hole they have here in spain, and whether i was feeling too sandy, all my troubles seemed, well, so far away - yesterday!

with apologies to the beatles :)