12th January 2017
I’m not happy, really, really not happy.
We’ve got to leave here in the morning. We booked in for 26 nights, added another 4 nights but now, we really do have to start moving (pretty quickly) homeward. Just as the weather is getting so warm that I can sit out sunbathing from 9am until 6pm and we have seen the weather forecasts from home. It really isn’t fair.
Xmas day, visit to the beach with our very own Father Christmas and one of his elves.
I paddled but ankle deep was far more than I really wanted to do.
The crazy people went for it though. They looked like a troop of Smurfs when they came out. It might be sunny but that really doesn’t mean that it is swimming weather.
There was a Christmas lunch in the bar but we (joint decision really) had decided that a BBQ chicken with all the veg was the option for us, When I sy BBQ chicken what I really mean was a chicken fillet wrapped around some stuffing but it was really delicious and we had roast potatoes and broccoli. Just enough to know you had had a proper meal without feeling stuffed and unable to move afterwards.
During the month we’ve been on bike rides, mostly nothing serious but yesterday we rode into Sagunt, just a short trip of 14 miles each way. I’m very proud of Lucy Short Legs, at the half way stop going we were told that we would get the train back but that didn’t happen and we had to ride all the way back. 28 miles in all, and she didn’t almost fall off once. The whole point of going to Sagunt was the Chinese restaurant with a menu del dia. The menu itself was a little bit difficult to decipher but starter, main course with rice or noodles, sweet and a drink was €10 each.
Everyday there has been something arranged, whether it be a whist drive or board games in the bar or tapas afternoon or boys against the girls boule. If you want to take part then you do but there has been absolutely no pressure to join in at all.
I joined 5 other campers one day and went into the local primary school to give an English lesson. It was astounding to listen to 10 year olds who can speak English but also understand some very important concepts like opposite, next to and nearby. They really got excited when I shared my lack of knowledge about football, interestingly they liked Chelsea but had never heard of Arsenal or Spurs.
Heres little poppet waiting for the Three Kings. Moncofa is a very small town so don’t expect too much from the following photos, however it was well worth visiting.
At 8pm the bells started ringing, (where we are staying the sound of bells only just reach us and are really not obtrusive).
All the participants of the parade have bags of sweets and they throw them them all over the place and all the kids are scrabbling about. Lucy was like a ferret, here, there and everywhere, wrestling sweets out of the hands of five year olds.
As far as I can work out, the three kings turned up late at the birth of little Jesus but they came with presents. Tonight is the night that the Spanish receive their gifts instead of getting them on the 25th. The Germans are far less patient than us and have to have theirs on Christmas Eve. That is religion and being European summed up in a few words.
Now looking back at these photos I may have mixed up Kings with the Night of St James (or someone else), we’ve had a couple of trips into town for celebrations and you know how it is, one brandy merges into another and all of a sudden you don’t know what year it is.
We both had a great time, had to visit a couple of bars and might even have been near a kebab shop on the way home. All the days have blurred into one here. We only booked this site a week before we arrived, we’d thought about doing somethingl iike this next year but weren’t sure whether we would like it. We have both enjoyed ourselves so much that we are now thinking about staying four months on the rally next year.
One of the days was a coach trip into Valencia. We managed to avoid (accidentally) nearly all the shops but found a bar near to the market and had a lovely menu del dia and a couple of drinks. The food came to €20 but the total bill was over €55 what with Lucy’s non stop thirst for sangria.
There was a beer stall in the market but I resisted and we spent all afternoon in an Irish bar testing the quality of European beers and ciders.
We leave in the morning and are heading towards Pamplona. Then the plan is Bordeaux, Poitiers, Tours, Caen and then Dunkirk. We have a DFDS sailing booked for the 20th but it is a flexible sailing and we can jump on 72 hours either way. It was also £5 cheaper than the P&O sailing from Dover to Calais which doesn’t have any flexibility.
Next blog, probably from a very cold UK.