It’s been nearly a month since my last post and it’s been
quite mixed. We both returned to the UK
for Emma’s funeral which of course was a very sad occasion. Thank you to everyone who sent their
condolences, either by comment on the blog or by personal email. I had to leave the wake early as I had flu and
Iain followed me back to the hotel shortly afterwards. So we basically slept all the rest of the
afternoon and night – only getting up to return to Spain. I could see how relieved Iain was to get rid
of the hire car so that he didn’t have to drive any more. We then kindly shared our germs with everyone
on the EasyJet flight – hope it didn’t ruin their holidays.
Over here they seem to call this flu the “Benidorm Cough” –
I must admit that I got over it fairly quickly but Iain is only now returning
to normal after nearly 2 weeks. Loads of
people on the site have had it. So we’ve
had to virtually write off February and we’re starting again from March. We’ve now
been here over 2 months and we still haven’t gone out of Altea and Albir
(except on our journey to the Airport).
So what have we been doing?
I really don’t know, the days seem to go so quickly that I haven’t even
done much crafting with my “toys” that I’ve brought with me to stop me getting
bored. I seem to have taken up crochet –but
that’s partly because it can be done outside in the sunshine, doesn’t make much
mess and only requires one ball of wool and one crochet hook to be got
out. It does mean though that we’ve got
lots of “granny squares” and crocheted flowers lying around the place. I haven’t got a clue what I’m going to do
with them. I had intended to do baking
and making sweets – at least the results are edible and you don’t end up with
loads of STUFF hanging around but that involves being indoors and the weather
has been too good for that.
So it’s generally, walk the dog, get some shopping, have a coffee in a bar, come
back for al fresco lunch, have a little sit out in the sunshine, perhaps a
little siesta (when in Rome), walk the dog, go to the bar to download our TV
for the night and then have dinner. And
of course there’s the boring stuff like washing up, cooking, cleaning and
washing the clothes, although I do seem to have forgotten what an iron is for. There’s
also Spanish lessons twice a week but as I’m totally c**p at languages I’m
really not learning anything useful. If
you go out then many people speak English anyway. I think we would be better off learning Dutch
as although most of the Dutch speak very good English, we do have a neighbour
who doesn’t speak any and he jabbers off to us in Dutch and we haven’t got a
clue what he’s saying. He even decided
that he’d like a look inside our motorhome and just walked in, obviously thought
he’d been invited.
That reminds me that the other day I was at the ladies when
an English lady asked me if I spoke English, I of course replied that I did as
I was English, “Oh good” she said, “what does that mean then”, pointing to a hand-written
note on the notice board. My reply was “I’m sorry I haven’t a clue, it’s written
in Dutch and I speak English” – work that one out!
Getting back to normal
Last week Iain was back on the Wyndham’s pool team. It’s rather a long (and for me boring)
evening so I decided to stay in and have a nice evening watching TV with the
dog. He arrived home at about 1 am and
as normal I was pleased that he had got home safely. However he was sitting on the step of the
motorhome having a nightcap and cigarette when he decided to examine at very
close quarters the small pebbles that cover our pitch – so close indeed that he
is now sporting the badge to prove it. That’s
what happens when the message from your brain to your feet that you are standing up, doesn’t actually get there and your top
half moves and the feet don’t follow.
Blood everywhere, which I only discovered when he got into
bed. So there I was patching him up at
1am – so much for my early night. I
couldn’t find the plasters so it had to be a wet wipe with some Elastoplast to
keep it in place – I’d never make a nurse.
He looked like Pudsey bear – at least in my disgust I hadn’t stuck the
plaster in his hair. I was amazed that
it was still on in the morning and we didn’t have blood all over the sheets. When I asked if he was suitably pleased with himself
after last night’s performance the answer was “Well I won both my games!”
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| But I did win both my games! |
We had a very nice afternoon with Joy and Nick and the booze
was flowing. We held up our end for the
brits and were the last to leave at around 6.00pm.
I collapsed a little tired and confused when we got back to the van and
awoke about 9.30pm to find Iain already retired for the night – might be
something to do with the fact that I’d collapsed on the settee and left him
nowhere to sit so he decided he might as well go to bed. The wine must have been good quality though
because I didn’t have any signs of a hangover in the morning. That was the shortest Friday that I can ever
remember.
Saturday – it rained – wow, the first real rain in two
months. It had just started raining when we left with the dog – and Nick and
Joy’s dog Paddy – for a walk when a Swedish neighbour Thomas asked if I knew
what this item was (pointing to an umbrella) and did I want to borrow it. I retorted that I was English and used to
getting wet and thank you for the offer but I didn’t need it. I know this sounds bad after the previous two
days drunken episodes, but we’d just got to a bar (purely for the intention of
downloading our TV of course) when the heavens opened and we were stuck there
for an hour or so.
Yesterday, Sunday, was my birthday. For the first time since we got here I
managed to get up early and take the dog on the seafront for sunrise, well
actually I missed sunrise but we did get a good 45 minute walk before
breakfast. 8.00am and already 23C. The day was spent relaxing and then we went
to the Italian restaurant with Nick and Joy for dinner in the evening. I didn’t want to have dinner early as I really
didn’t want a repeat of a short day like Friday. All in all I had a lovely birthday and thank
you all for your kind messages on facebook and email. Also yesterday, the
weather seemed to change suddenly. 23C
at 8.00 am and it was the first time that the evening has been warm. Up until now
the evenings have been quite chilly but yesterday the evening was very pleasant
and only needed a light cardigan to keep warm.
This morning though I DID manage to see the sunrise – quite beautiful
actually. A good 45 minute walk for the
dog and back for tea and breakfast. I
couldn’t resist sharing some photos with you all.
I’m getting itchy feet now and not sure whether I want to
move on at the end of March or to stay until the end of April. Some of me says, we like it here, we are
close to everything, we have a decent pitch and then something says, but it
might be just as good or even better somewhere else. Everyone tells us that the facilities here are a bit basic - here's the toilet block - but we are finding them more than adequate.
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| Solo Traba Jodes Del Camping
I’ve looked up the comment on google translate and quite frankly I can’t publish it here.
Actually it’s not the “real” toilet and shower block but I would suspect that it might be the original one. I’m not sure whether it is being kept for posterity or it is about to be knocked down. It was quite a find though and well worth a picture.
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| Campsite entrance on the promenade |
So no decision has been made yet but I do
fancy a campsite with more facilities such as an indoor swimming pool etc. We have also heard some bad stories about one
up the road where they have over booked and people are sharing pitches - and that apparently is a C&CC rally
site.
We’re going to hire a car tomorrow so we do intend on doing
something with our time here. We might even spend some time visiting other
campsites in the area to see if there’s anywhere else that we might like to go
next year.
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