Parador Fuente de...up a big hill in a place far far away from civilisation...Tonights post title is one of our menu choices! Over to Prue to update you all.
Ross has deemed Morna's last post was "pants" and she is banned from posting till further notice so you'll have to get used to my Kiwi accent. I hope you can read Kiwi!!
Just asked Ross where I start from and he told me to start from where he left the curser.
I'll start from where we met up in Plymouth -at the same pub as last year about a mile from the port. The service was the same as last year with John placing our order and then the doddery old barman asking him 3 minutes later if he had seen him before. We had a toast to Colin and Margaret and the food arrived in its own good time.
After we fuelled up we had to scoot (actually motorbike) to the ferry so as not to be late. Then it was motorbikes chained securely in the bowels of the boat and us up on the 8th deck. It was much quieter than last year - possibly because we were missing Colin and Margaret but also because the Spanish weren't playing in the World Cup Soccer final. Sampled the beer and then a couple of bottles of red wine -because I do like a drink (mother)! Had a meal and slept soundly overnight. Three of us managed to make it up for breakfast and then we arrived in sunny Spain> Well the sun was actually hiding behind a few clouds (as my Dad used to say) and we had to drive along the coast from Santander through some Scotch mist to San Vicente before turning south for pizza and hamburgers for lunch. The sun came out from its hiding place and we travelled through stunning scenery even more dramatic than the west coast of the south island of New Zealand with rivers on one side and 2000 metre sheer cliffs on the other. Arrived at our Parador (Spanish tourist office posh hotels including many rennovated castles) for a shower and ditch the biker gear and went for a walk to the sound of cow bells ringing as they were grazing in the adjacent fields (paddocks). John and Prue went up another 900 metres from Fuente De on the cable car to see the mountain horned sheep (also with bells), Ross caught up on his beauty sleep and then we all met up for dinner-a dieter's delight. We are now planning tomorrow's route to Leon in the lounge and are fighting over the olives and crisps. Spanish law says a bar cannot serve an alcoholic beverage without serving nibbles of food with it.
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