This holiday did not have a good start at all! Some stupid idiot left some luggage on the plane. This was mistaken for a bomb and so emergency procedures were put in place. The whole airport was evacuated and a lot of flights were diverted. We were over 6 hours late in taking off so I was really NOT impressed!
We arrived in Madrid late on the Saturday afternoon. The taxi drivers in Spain are absolutely bonkers so if you’re a nervous passenger, take my advice and sit in the back. Nothing happened to us while we were there but it wasn’t for the want of trying by the taxi drivers we had.
All the stuff we’d planned to do in Madrid that afternoon/night was ruined because we were so late. To whomever owned that bag, “Thanks very much, you pillock!” We just went for something to eat and to stretch our legs. We had a really nice meal in a square somewhere in the old part of the city. I couldn’t take you there again if I tried; there’s loads of squares like that and the whole place is just 1 big rabbit warren.
While we were eating, along came a couple of buskers who were really quite good!. They stood there and played for about 10 to 15 minutes and then moved off to the middle of the square. It was really pleasant.
I guess I’m the typical english-speaking tourist in that I expect everyone in the whole world to be able to understand what I say. I was in for a nasty surprise the next morning. We almost missed our train to Valencia because I couldn’t get it across to the guy in the tourist information office what I wanted. Our train was boarding in another building; it’s all part of the same station but Madrid Central Station is HUGE! To cut a long story short, we just made it. We settled down for a comfy and very relaxing journey towards the coast – nothing like UK trains.
The rest of the week was relatively boring really but then again we were on holiday. Valencia is a beautiful place, full of interesting little nooks and crannies. It was amazing the shops, buildings and squares we found just wandering down side-streets and what looked like dead-ends. I’m not into architecture at all but even I could appreciate the skill that went into building various monuments and buildings.
The weather was fabulous! It wasn’t too hot during the day – it averaged about 35 degrees Celsius each day. I expected it to get really cool in the evenings but not at all. More than once we ended up sitting in pavement
cafe-bars after midnight in just short-sleeved shirts; the beer helped I guess.
The food is excellent but I guess it could get a bit boring if you’re not that adventurous when it comes to food. There’s a huge choice of places to eat on the beach-front and in the centre but instead of having completely different menus, they each have their own variation of certain dishes.
By the way, the architecture isn’t the only thing of beauty in Spain. Several times, myself and a lesbian friend would get caught out, drooling like idiots as absolutely drop-dead gorgeous girls walked by. We saw some truly amazing creatures.