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Ian and Sue kindly drove us to Xeraco to catch the train to Valencia, from which we could get a train to Barcelona to pick up the hire car. The train journey is in two parts and it turns out you can't buy a ticket for the whole journey. So when we got to Valencia, which has a beautifully decorated ticket hall, we went to get our tickets to Barcelona, which is when we had a massive shock: from online research we'd expected it to cost around ...
... and found if we took the toll roads we could do the drive to Barcelona in five hours, while it pained us to pay 50 Euro in tolls, it did mean we could stay in our little paradise for a third night!
We were simply delighted, Calpe had added another dimension to an already brilliant holiday. It didn’t take us long to invest in some snorkelling gear and take the plunge. The visibility was extensive and while not a huge number of colourful fish there was a ...
... that we would end up at McDonald’s which was in the opposite direction to our hostel. I bit my lip for the rest of the walk until the side street lead us out directly next to….McDonald’s! Woohoo, victory in terms of proving my navigational skills, but not so victorious in terms of getting home as we now had to walk back to the hostel.
Our last day in Valencia consisted of some light shopping where we found out that ...
... where we left off. The only difference was that my spanish
was not nearly as good as it was 8 years ago, thus I struggled a little to
keep up with everyone, who just assumed it was.
Day 2 (Sunday, May 23, 2010)
The plans for this day included spending all our time with the family
again. For lunch Emilio's mom, dad, and brother came over for lunch. Lunch started at around 4pm because no one got up until about noon. We had some ...
... Spanish acid, there were really sharks swimming around in an aquarium encircling the dance floor (or at least one level of one of the dance floors). But let's back up and start at the beginning. Clearly you don't just step off a plane and find yourself with a cigarette in hand dancing like a wannabe local. No, first you must get a sense of your surroundings. Then you drink. And finally, somehow, you convince yourself you are one of them. The day was ...