Muchly snow
So yesterday I was wearing flip flops and complaining about my sunburnt feet.
Today we had to delay getting off the plane at Manchester so they could throw grit over the snow-laden steps.
Luckily I'd traded my flip flops for my boots before departure.
Came back to a freezing house because I thought it would be mild enough to leave the heating off while we were away (in my defence it was incredibly mild for all of Dec and Jan). We are now sitting in S's room catching up on life online with the halogen heater oscillating between us and I may just be wearing fingerless gloves and a scarf.
But it was worth it to have some Spanish sun, and Malaga was as lovely as last year. Plus we had the added bonus of a couple of nights in Granada which turns out is an alpine town just like Queenstown in NZ which I didn't realise until my lips totally dried out after about 45 minutes. Living on the flats of Yorkshire I had completely forgotten what mountain climate does to me. It was in Granada that I also made the morning of about 27 people who did a double take at me wearing flip flops on our morning walk out for cafe con leche.
S is going to do all the proper holiday highlights and historical references over in her LJ, so I'll just settle for my favourite bit of today:
We took an early run over to Calle Larios to get Pan & Co for the plane since the airport sandwiches were vile last year, but they weren't open til 10am, so we tried Larios Centre instead, which was also closed til 10am - but on the way back to the hotel to get the case we were stopped (I should point out the whole city was pretty much deserted, despite it being 9am on a Saturday morning) by a tourist asking for directions, and she was South Korean. Handily, where she had to go was pretty much on our way back so we walked with her halfway and managed to surprise the bejesus out of her by saying that we liked South Korean music.
Turned out she was more a fan of TVXQ than Super Junior because her response to Yunho and Changmin was pretty much *girlish giggle* "mmm very hot guys". Turns out that girlish giggles over very hot guys is a universal language...
viva l'espania!
Today we had to delay getting off the plane at Manchester so they could throw grit over the snow-laden steps.
Luckily I'd traded my flip flops for my boots before departure.
Came back to a freezing house because I thought it would be mild enough to leave the heating off while we were away (in my defence it was incredibly mild for all of Dec and Jan). We are now sitting in S's room catching up on life online with the halogen heater oscillating between us and I may just be wearing fingerless gloves and a scarf.
But it was worth it to have some Spanish sun, and Malaga was as lovely as last year. Plus we had the added bonus of a couple of nights in Granada which turns out is an alpine town just like Queenstown in NZ which I didn't realise until my lips totally dried out after about 45 minutes. Living on the flats of Yorkshire I had completely forgotten what mountain climate does to me. It was in Granada that I also made the morning of about 27 people who did a double take at me wearing flip flops on our morning walk out for cafe con leche.
S is going to do all the proper holiday highlights and historical references over in her LJ, so I'll just settle for my favourite bit of today:
We took an early run over to Calle Larios to get Pan & Co for the plane since the airport sandwiches were vile last year, but they weren't open til 10am, so we tried Larios Centre instead, which was also closed til 10am - but on the way back to the hotel to get the case we were stopped (I should point out the whole city was pretty much deserted, despite it being 9am on a Saturday morning) by a tourist asking for directions, and she was South Korean. Handily, where she had to go was pretty much on our way back so we walked with her halfway and managed to surprise the bejesus out of her by saying that we liked South Korean music.
Turned out she was more a fan of TVXQ than Super Junior because her response to Yunho and Changmin was pretty much *girlish giggle* "mmm very hot guys". Turns out that girlish giggles over very hot guys is a universal language...
viva l'espania!