Thunder in the night, and rain in the morning. So we decided to head back to Girona. Had the big breakfast again, and got some tickets – remembering to Validate them. On the train along with Tenacious, we set off to Girona. The trains are big, but have few seats, so Kate sat across the way from us and after a couple of stops had Micheal Jackson sit next to her. He obliviously had some condition because his fingers, toes and some of his hand was white, the rest wasn’t. He looked a little like a snake shedding his skin. I don’t know if there is a phrase which says in every black person there is a white persons trying to get out – but if there is, it was his.
Girona was pretty good, we walked around the old Ciry, and walked the walls. At one point we had to go up a tower on a spiral staircase. As it was busy I waited for the girls, but then the queue disappeared and I risked the climb – I don’t like heights or staircases you can see though, but to make it worse as I was half way up some woman was coming down on a mission. She physically pushed by out of the way which meant I was pushed into the central column of the staircase, which was rusty – so I had bronze boob for the rest of the day.
We found a little cafe for a beer, and then after some wondering around trying to find a food place with room, we sat on their Rambals and had some great tapas, we shared everything, and to give him is dues Tenacious fly waited until we had finished before he launched in.
We walked around the rest of the town, and then it started to rain, alot. So we had to get in a pub, and fast – which we did. We had a train to catch, so we braved the storm – which luckily for us was just about stopping and managed to get a seat for the journey home. Once back the pool side was quite quiet – ideal for a swim, so we splashed about a bit.
Along the strip again, and actually found the place we he been looking for the night before – it was good. It was down a backstreet, and we were quite pensive when we arrived, but it was great, and had to large parties of locals in. I had a monkfish stew thing, which was a great thing – best place we went to.
Whilst there we could hear and see the rain picking up again, so we got a little wet on the way home, but there was hardly anyone on the strip – which was magnificent. I didn’t mind a little rain when we almost had the pavement to ourselves. We got back and sat on the balcony watching the lightening flash, the thunder roar and the rain pour – it was good.
Antonios – 9/10