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Day 1.... Or should I say evening
Was a triumph!
The hotel is fantastic.... Our room a little small and very basic ... But clean with comfy beds, hot shower and air con.
We don't need much else from a bedroom. You can keep your baskets of fruit and towel sculpted into animals, so predictable .... We prefer hostel chic!
The rest of the hotel is rather more plush than our room would suggest. As we waited to be checked in we noticed that the room keys were a mix of key cards and old fashioned keys with a heavy fob. As former workers in the hotel industry we could appreciate the endless balancing act of modernisation and economy.
We did a mini tour of the surrounding area and down to the beach. One review for the hotel, translated from Russian, said that the beach was a 15 minute walk and unsuitable for the 'very old or lazy'. Since neither if us fall into these categories we walked a pleasant walk in the 3pm sun.... The old town was very quiet as most sensible people were having a siesta.
The 20 minute walk to the beach would have been shorter if not for my need to keep crossing over to walk in the shade, we did get some strange looks as we weaves around the roads and pavements only stepping on the shaded paths. I already made my mind up, if asked, I would say that I had flashbacks from my time dodging landlines in the gulf. Actually that's a bit insensitive... What the hell I'm on holiday and don't have to be sensitive.! I'm British after all.... Oh that's a story for tomorrow's entry!
The seafront is like most popular seaside resorts ...A mix of tacky, practical, quaint that just screams family holiday fun this way.
We checked out the train station and read the timetable like locals, the man behind the counter asking if we needed help...'no it's ok grathiathsssss' we carried on reading.. He then said 'that's the weekend timetable'
Ok maybe we were thinking if barcelona on Saturday smart ass.
Lunch, another triumph.... Half toasted baguette with two different cheeses some fried potatoes and a beer of course.
We amused our waitir by attempting Spanish and he reciprocated in Spanish which left us just pulling faces as neither if us had remembered the phrase 'we only speak a little Spanish'.
Ear worms is such a good language learning system that the host countrymen usually believe us to be more fluent than we actually are... This has given us problems on more than one occasion abroad.
Back at the hotel we found the rooftop sun terrace and snack bar.... Nodding our approval to one another we decided to find the pool and set up camp there.
Pool.. I have sen larger ponds in dobbies. But with 3 kms of beach (10 minute walk away / 20 if you walk in the shade) who needs a pool. Seriously it is most adequate... The 10 or so children of various nationalities were all playing nicely, there was room for a little swim, besides we just wanted to cool down.
After a dip, sending that we might nod off to sleep and the shade was not that reliable we took the flight of stairs down to the snack bar and sun terrace which was decidedly more shady than the pool areas... Trading standards would have a field day.... Suggesting. Name change at least.
Vikki went to order drinks ... And encountered Pedro.... That's not his real name but until we know what it is we shall call him Pedro.
While she waited to order she observed two Russians ask for two waters... Pedro gave them the Spanish word for water and proceeded to fill two glasses with ice and a slice if lemon, he turned to the two fellas and asked 'are you ok to wait?'.
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