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Im in Portugal at last. Drove across what looked like a bridge that had been bombed recently and was now slowly being restored. This was the border crossing from Spain into Portugal. The first stop across the border was Valenca, a large fortified town atop of a ...
... with a small pine forest inside. Neil & Valerie have a better head for heights than us and walk along the battlements for a while. The port is very quaint and there are lots of small shops and cafes, the shops are mainly closed as it is Sunday but we have a coffee and small tapas at La Boqueria which is a must to revisit as the meals being served to the wholly Spanish clientele looked wonderful and smelt even better.
... was good. The flight attendants were way too beautiful, and the drinks were way too expensive.
Arrivederci Italia...Hola Espana!!!
The Barcelona airport is huge and spectacular. And had food for us so we ate again even though we weren't really hungry. The menu at the hotel restaurant where we're staying in Vigo didn't have anything for us, so we thought we better load up while we could. We approached Vigo in the fog and it was raining ...
... town seemed empty and we were the only punters in the restaurant, but the food was excellent and the waiter did eventually smile. I think his shoes had glue on the bottom of them, as he seemed unable to lift them off the floor, but only shuffle. Or maybe he had had a long day.
So had we, climbing up all those steps.
Back through the deserted dark alleyways, to the funky hotel, which seems part of a distinctly different world altogether.
... laid aside for further investigation, so I joined the queue, where everyone was furiously trying to re-pack their luggage, having had it rifled.
"Never goes back as easily, does it?" I said to a poor girl who was trying to stuff all her personal effects back into her bag in full view of everyone.
Mine was duly passed as fit and we were allowed through.
Just time for a coffee, some catch up phone calls and to write a sniffy letter to ...