Oh Spain. I really mean it when I say it’s not you, it’s me. It seems to be my fate that every time I step onto a plane I get a cold. The fact that London is polluted as fuck and I’ve spent half my time here being sick also doesn’t help.
Anyway. On my second day in Italy, visiting Cinque Terre with the girls (I’ll write more about that in another post), I came down with a sore throat which then quickly progressed into a full on cold. Which is great when you’re coughing your lungs up whilst sharing a room with two other people – who needs sleep anyway? I’m surprised no one smothered me with a pillow in the night to shut me up.
After Cinque Terre Annabelle went to Florence and Lauren and I flew to Valencia in Spain, as I’d never been to Spain before. I’ll admit I’d never had a great desire to go there (like ever), but I’d never wanted to go to Portugal either and I loved it there, so I thought perhaps that might happen again. It didn’t.
It was too hot. There wasn’t much to do. I felt like shit. I was a pastey whale compared to the honey-coloured, tanned masses on the beaches and in the streets. Lauren wasn’t feeling well either, so basically we both had zero enthusiasm for anything. We slept in as late as possible. We barely ate, and when we did it was either McDonalds or nachos at the bar at the hotel. I didn’t eat any tapas, and I only had one sip of sangria.
We spent our nights drinking cocktails in the hotel bar, then watching the Olympics in our room. I was so over the heat that I stayed holed up in the air conditioning of our room watching The Returned on Netflix on my phone instead of sunbathing by the pool on the roof with Lauren.
I still think, all things considered, we did pretty well. We did do some cultural/touristy things. We walked all through the old town, which was very pretty. We took sanctuary in the cathedral during a thunderstorm and saw the Holy Grail (I thought it was quite funny the only way to get to it was through the gift shop). I love old churches, and it also smelt amazing in there. Best six euros I’ve ever spent.
We checked out the Central Market, which was very cool and beautiful, but since we didn’t have a kitchen and an overwhelming desire to cook a leg of lamb and mountains of vegetables it was kind of pointless for us. And finally we hired bikes and rode through the Turia gardens to the beach, which was boiling/exhausting, but fun (until I fell off the bike).
On our last day we chilled out then I flew home and Lauren caught a bus to Seville to meet up with some of her friends.
So what would I do differently next time? Well ideally I’d be in perfect health, and as I’m rubbish in the hot weather I’d go in either autumn or early spring instead of the middle of summer. And I’d get an apartment with a nice kitchen. Oh well, you live and learn. I’ll have to go back to Spain with a better attitude next time (and some kickass cold and flu tablets).
Listening to: The Nerdist Podcast
Watching: Stranger Things
Reading: Hitman Anders and the Meaning of it All by Jonas Jonasson
Current man-crush: Matthew Modine