11:30am: tottered down to ‘Rolo’s’ for some desayunar (a
little too british for our liking, I think we’ll stick with healthy breakfasts
in Spain from now on) and some skyping with loved ones. Nearly had a nervous
breakdown when I suddenly became a star in Alfred Hitchcock’s ‘The Birds’:
14:00pm: arrived in Murcia central city. Found ourselves
being enthusiastically directed into a car park by five or six un-uniformed young
boys. Was it free parking? Confusion averted as we saw the next two vehicles
pull in, park and hand over a euro to the boys. We followed suit.
15:00pm: went to see our amigo Francisco at the hotel we stayed in last year and tried our very
best to speak a few words of Spanish to him as he blasted us with super-speedy
mementos of the last ten months in Murcia. Lots of ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’ but no
understanding of what he actually said. Never mind, laughter made up for it.
16:00pm: mother popped into our favourite restaurant and was
greeted with joyous squeals, hugs and kisses from Emelio and Joaquin (the
lovely waiters we made friends with on our visit last year – sadly a language
barrier here too but we’re working on it!) I waddled off in the opposite
direction before they could spot me as I felt inadequately dressed to be reacquainted
with them (girl problems).
17:00pm: leaving Murcia city turned out to be quite the
fiasco. Mrs Garmin has possibly lost the ability to actually navigate us. A
dozen wrong turns and we ended up driving through the middle of a tiny village
with winding roads and an old man (quite likely deaf) casually strolling out
into the road on his bike, no intentions of looking for traffic, stopping right
in the middle and gazing out across a field.
Update: Mrs Garmin still hasn’t grasped the Spanish accent –
sounds like the queen trying to teach German while intoxicated.
C’est tout!
Buenos noches,
Charlotte-Elizabeth xoxo
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