Hotel Universal Pacoche
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... code for dinner tonight is black tie everyone is looking real smart in their finery. Polished off a bottle of a very nice Côte du Rhone at dinner then had a few more drinks and off to the syndicate quiz. Were invited to join a team of two couples from Wales but did not bring them much luck. Midnight snack at the buffet cafe then off to bed with another day at sea ahead before we reach Barcelona. Put clocks forward by one hour ...
... a price. Luckily, its a small price to pay, about 3 foot 9.
The two and a half hours a week I have the seven-year-old devil-children of Beginners 4, that's the price tag. There is the clammy cry-baby Juan Miguel who is in danger of actually taking out an eye with the under-wire in my bra he stands so close to me when I ask them to line up. There's Squeally Miki who gets so over excited when all hell breaks loose that he ...
... it re-enact the battle between the Romans and Carthaginians, when the Romans invaded this area while Hannibal was busy attacking Rome. It seems like the entire city takes part; we went to watch one of their processions and perhaps a thousand people in hundreds of different costumes marched past, with war drums and occasionally acrobatics performed by 'slaves'.
The attention to detail and effort that goes into this festival ...
... manage to bite in devious places (soles of feet and between fingers) has water in it all year round and also a huge statue of a fish poking through its surface.
There are teenagers riding around on motos and canoodling in parks, I even saw two bicycles on their sides by a bunch of bushes, their leaves shaking with canoodlations! There are well kept parks lined with white flowers and enormous cypress trees and others the roots of which Hobbits could take up residence in. ...
... floor covered in rubbish. Every manner of food wrapper or lottery ticket is
tossed on the floor. Only males seem to frequent these coffee shops so perhaps
it is a male only ritual!
We happened to pull up at a mirodor (lookout), where we had
a few words with Basil and Sybil, a couple of retired Brits. We happened upon
them further up the road and it became apparent that they had noticed my one
line message ...