I was going to do a post about Spanish
oddities, but a few whinges will make their way into this particular
post.
I woke several times during the night
because the light switch for the overhead lights is on the bead head,
in the middle of the bed. So each time I rolled over and moved my arm
along there I turned on either my or Marjan's overhead light. Who
thought THAT was a good idea? Wrong. In between they have a plug, so
you can recharge your iphone, and leave it.......oh between you in
bed! Again ....... wrong. Added to that, it was the first time on
this trip that we have run into the particular Spanish insanity, the
double width pillow for the double bed ....... I want my own
pillow....I wanna squish it and pound it, and put it in odd positions
…....I do not want to wrestle Marjan for control of one pillow
...... I do not want to switch on the light accidentally when I try,
either.
Then there are bathrooms! I believe
Spain has water issues, particularly here in the south. This could be
why bathrooms are designed to get you out of them as soon as
possible. They are all clean, they are all tiled, they all manage to
find room for a specialist foot washing basin, but why no fans? It is
like a sauna in the warm weather, the room is soon so steamy that you
need to leave it to get dry. Also, any movement involves me knocking
something over. But my particular beef, as if the above was not
particular enough, is the bloody showers! In no particular order:
- four Spanish showers: four ways of managing the hot/cold balance;
- Shower heads should aim water at people in the shower, not walls, ceilings or windows;
- Showering requires some movement of arms to get soap etc to appropriate places and having to bump fittings and walls, or alternately get wrapped in two shower curtains whilst doing so is very irritating.
Marjan is not quite so irritated;
though she did at one point suggest hard jail time for litterers.
OK, I feel better now!
It has actually been a rather nice,
calm day. Marjan's foot required some more rest, so we wandered up to
the castle, and spent most of the morning watching the vultures
soaring and coming in to land. We are nerdy enough, that just that,
was a heap of fun. In between we looked at the rural scenery and the
next white village
When we got a bit thirsty, we came down
the hill to the plaza for a coffee, and to fill up our water bottle
at the town fountain. ....we also bought some bread, jamon and cheese
for lunch ….when the Saturday crowd in the plaza became too much
for us we wandered back up the hill again, found a shady spot and
lunched, whilst keeping an eye out for …. more vultures. A local
resident dropped by, climbed into the garden behind us and presented
us with a couple of ripe figs for desert. He also pointed out a
vulture nest in the cliff across the valley and said apparently there
was a chick in there recently. I could not see it.
When it got hot, we went to the beach
again. Only this time we learned our lesson. We went to the bar
before
the swim, so that fussbudget Marjan could not complain. Oh yeah, and
I had to park like a local........ across the median strip.
Finally we went into the town square, planted ourselves at a bar and
watched Saturday in Casares evolve. More people, more horses, a
party, mass at the church, churros after, street closing by the
police, locals ignoring street closing, watching the pizza delivery
woman scoot around on her scooter, eating some boquerones and a whole
squid, drinking some wine...and Manolo joining our table for a while.
Manolo is a middle aged Down's syndrome local, who sat at our table
for a while, drank his lemonade, and told us about a wedding Saturday
week and how he was going to get all dressed up.
We were just a part of the broad canvas of the town.
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