Spain part 1

Girona

Our next door neighbour sweetly offered to drive us to Robin Hood airport which saved at least an hours travelling time if not more. My bag had to go through the viewing device twice but I was passed fit to travel!

At Girona airport we were met by Rob’s brother in his car. Apparently it had just passed it’s MOT (not an English one let me tell you!) at 20 years old it wasn’t doing badly. I was given prime position of front passenger seat as I was unsure about wiggly roads and car sickness. This meant I had a seat belt. There was no passenger side mirror and the car groaned going around left hand bends and also around right hand bends. It also grumbled going in straight lines!

As Micky was unsure of how to get away from the airport back to his home we went around most roundabouts at least once. He ended up taking us to Girona first

and we had some coffee and a bit of a stroll around but not before he had locked himself to the car via his jacket. The car was not central locking and only the driver’s side unlocks so a bit of a palaver to extricate him.

We then set off to his flat. The yurt had been packed away for the winter and he had rented a flat which was a good thing. The area is noted for the wind and this started blowing the next morning and didn’t stop until Saturday night. It made things very unpleasant as you really couldn’t go out in it. I had a slight headache the whole time and Rob’s Migraine Man came to stay as well. Now I met MM in New Zealand and didn’t think much of him then at least this time he arrived in the night and all I had to do was get him a wet flannel (twice) and also a saucepan – just in case. I could then lie still and ignore him until I fell asleep again!

Rob thanked me for not tutting this time when we woke up the next morning!

As we drove we came upon an obstacle in the road and were about to go around it when we realised it was a roll of carpet. Micky is an inveterate pick-up-stuffer. Pippi Longstocking would have been proud. So we reversed back and they checked it out. Apart from a smallish discolouration and a hole (blood? Cue scary music Da da dun) the carpet was squeezed into the car with us. It smelt very damp!

Friday we attempted a walk to the beach we did a circular walk keeping the wind behind us most of the way. It would have been unbearable the other way. We found a sort of hide/lookout point and I was able to practice my flying. I look like a pink inflatable doll. Not a good look.

Saturday afternoon we had had enough of the wind and drove to Cadaques which is the pretty village that Salvador Dali liked to paint. Here the wind was just a gentle breeze. Big improvement. As it was out of season we saw the outside of his house only.

Saturday evening Micky’s friends arrived at his ‘restaurant’ for band practice. I eventually got up the guts to play and sing with them. They were very forgiving and the drummer was very kind. By the end of the evening I was even attempting to put a rhythm on the keyboard. Thoroughly enjoyed being a rock chick.

Sunday dawned nice and quiet. We did some washing then set off into the village for a walk, cup of coffee and a trip around a nature reservation.

Micky had to rush off to Barcelona to fix a water leak.