A World of Spain

How was the holiday?

Hmmmm... We were due to fly out Tuesday lunch time, but things didn't go to plan. India was repeatedly sick (and we're talking big person's sick) on the Friday night beforehand. I got it at 1.38 am Tuesday morning. And I got it bad. Hours of puking up replaced sleep. My body was wrecked. At 10.00 am the rest of my family departed for the airport, leaving me on the bathrrom floor. I managed to fly out Wednesday evening, keeping a firm grip on my bowels. Air pressure can do horrible things to a man who has a body that wants to expunge its gizzards by whatever outlet possible.

Vic came down with it on the Thursday and didn't leave the apartment for two and a half days.

Great start to a ten day holiday...

Apart from that things were good: The weather -- that can be very changable this time of year -- held out for all but one day. We were hit by four nights of electrical storms however -- amazing events, as L'Escala lies on a bay surrounded by hills, meaning that once a thunderstorm gets caught in the bay, it never escapes. It was like watching some sort of immense ethereal naval battle. At times the night sky was light up like the middle of the day.

Visted the Dali museum at Figueres -- his fine art is surprisingly superb. I'm used to seeing his cliched rubbery clocks and elephants on stilts and was pleasantly surprised by the vast scope of his other work. The gold gorilla skeleton by his bed was quite freaky. We also visited the sprawling Roman and Greek ruins of Empuiries too: I still don't get why the ancients were so obsessed with willies. If they weren't drinking out of willy-shaped goblets, their stonemasons were chiselling willy images into city walls.

We managed to catch up with some old friends who I hadn't seen for 6 and *12* years respectively. It's scary how people don't change: I few pounds heavier, different hair, wives and children, but that's it.