Alicante,
Valencian Country,
Spain and Canary Islands
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Problems arise. I arranged the place in Alicante through a co-worker's cousin. We go to the airport and then meet with the apartment manager who pick us up. We drive out of the airport, and the city is to the left...but the driver turns right and drives...and drives.....and drives....it turns out that the place is 50 miles south of the city in a retirement community for old brits. Two bad restaurants and two English pubs. I felt like I was in frigging Southhampton. 70 year old English everywhere. Needless to say, Joe and Chris were not pleased. And the driver charged us 50€ just to get us. With Richard on the way we needed to think quick. Free or not, no way we were staying there. I can only imagine the nude beach....So we decided to stay one night and head into the city to find lodging the next day. I went to get Richard back at the train station, then we all crashed. No pics here. The apartment was pretty, and would be great if you were coming from cold rainy London for a quiet time in the sun, but it was not for us...
