Thursday 21 August 09.50am:
The friend I’m rooming with wakes me up to say the cleaners are coming in 10 minutes so must get out of bed. I groan at her, annoyed that we must get up at this ridiculous hour. To be fair, she did get an early night last night – around midnight – but that’s just ridiculous for a Spanish schedule. Think we should have a chat.
Thursday 21 August 11.05am:
Potentially breakfast time. Friends have gone out to grab some fresh croissants from the bakery down the road. The heat outside is fierce. Our plan for the day is to get to the beach. I need a Cortado. Will attempt lilo surfing again today in inappropriate string bikini.
I haven’t even had a paella yet! Valencia is the home of paella. This must happen today.
Thursday 21 August 9.30pm:
This is what happened today. That’s it. Paella still a possibility.
Friday 22 August 2.25am:
Paella and Fideua (like paella, but with pasta kind of noodles instead of rice) has been annihilated. The traditional Valencian paella is rabbit and chicken. I don’t eat bunnies or chickens so opted for the Fedua… Mmmmmmm. Walking along the promenade and there are loads of people about, walking their dogs and kids and babies in strollers. Feels like the twilight zone.
Friday 22 August 3.09pm:
1 coffee, 1 swim in the pool and 1 siesta down. Time for lunch and another siesta before heading off to beach party at Oli Baba in Oliva. It’s tough. Fully adjusted to the Spanish schedule now and have slowed down to adjust to the intense heat.
Struggling to find the energy to blog.