By Veronica

Pinch yourself

... you're back in Paradise! Yes, we are back in our little casita in Almuñecar, now truly a home from home. It was a two-day trip, broken at the aparthotel outside Valencia we'd stayed in previously. My request for the same room didn't work. Instead we got a really peculiar corner "room" with two storeys -- kitchenette and living room below, and bedroom up two steep flights of stairs. Despite it being almost as big as our entire house in Almuñecar, the bed was one of those Murphy beds that fold into the wall, giving me nightmares of what will happen if it folds up in the middle of the night. 

It took Mystère a long time to explore it all. Meanwhile we tussled with the non-intuitive microwave, getting it to work just long enough to heat up our Picard ready meals -- judged preferable to the awful tapas in the sinister "Irish pub" downstairs. Despite it being on an industrial estate, Saturday night seems to be party night -- there was street noise till the small hours.

Up early and off at nine, so by four we were ensconced here. After unpacking we walked into town, pausing for an apero on the beach just before sunset (extra). We decided on tapas at the Francisco Uno and suffered serious communication problems with the waiter. We thought it was us, until we realised he was German, did not speak that much Spanish, and would have preferred us to order in English. But we figured this out only after he had served us tripe instead of broad beans and ham (don't ask). Ice cream on the way home.

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