Hotel la Villa
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... and most of the booths had been done. There was one left that was still on the hit list – Bodegas Cueva. This is the only natural wine producer in the region. Having had interesting natural wines (and some terrible ones!) in the past it would be interesting to see what they could do here.
1. Sparkling Tardana 2013 10%
So at last I had found a producer with Tardana – all be it a ...
... and up past the bull ring and the station and through the empty picturesque old town alleyways back to the hotel. I settled in the foyer for a chain espresso session and started writing up my blog. I saw Ken, who had provided the great tasting the previous evening who seemed to be staying in our hotel too which was nice. T & S came down around 10am and we were off for day 2.
A wander down the main street ...
... process on many occasions. Love the way the machine asks you "have you put the label on your bag?" and then ”are you sure?”.
Met with T and S in Pret for a quick Cappuccino and a breakfast roll and then down to the gate for a very straight forwards flight to Valencia.
T & S will shortly be the proud owner of a flat in Valencia so know the town well and supplied me with a rechargeable ticket for the metro. ...
... scenic route back to our hotel. We showered and slept.
I woke up when Pete came back from the police station. Surreal is not the word. If I suddenly woke up now and was still at home with a video screen of me repeating "Get your ass to Mars" I wouldn't be suprised. Pete had very nicely got more chorizo, cheese and baguettes so these were consumed whilst I sat here and wrote this section of the entry.
Would I do it again, no. This is another item ticked off a ...
... behind me, laughing all the while. It was me against the world as strangers would slam me with facefuls of tomatoes, glopping handfuls onto my head as I shook my head wildly, flinging chunks of tomato from my hair. Already completely soaked, I began swimming in the tomato soup flowing around me. I literally did the breast stroke down the street. I tried to do the backstroke too, but too many people pounded me with tomatoes once I exposed my face.