Hello, I´m Mr Ed

Waiting 5 hours for a plane involved many trips up and down the
travellators with Beth often remarking "You´re such a child"! For just
a moment panic struck. Walking through customs the guard motions me
towards the room with a curtain.... Luckily, the gloves stayed away
and I was whisked through after debelting and shoeing, Dignity intact.

Last day in Eijsden was hard to say goodbye after a fantastic week.
Although the suspect Dutch weather rearing it´s ugly head made the
depature to sunny Spain all the more easier. We rode to Maastricht for
some Deflt and consumed an utter soaking on the ride home. Beth
looking like Mrs Buckets in a terry towling and rain jacket.

We had good night catching up with our friend Ellen from Belgium.
After a few beers and a quick worry about the car park being closed
with headed home for difficult goodbyes, hoping our Dutch and Belgian
friends visit soon. The story often told about Stella artois being a wife beater in belgium was confirmed..... Apparently, the locals consider Heineken a 16 year old girls drink?

After two hours of incompetence from the airport and train staff, who
treat tourists like the plague, rucksacks en tow we make our way
through the warm Spanish streets to find our hostel. The locals, about
eight during the hike, gladly assisted these two bumbling travellers
and on arrival are greeted by a grand old mansion standing proudly
over Barcelona, minus the trimmings of it´s glorious past. All in all,
not bad digs.

First stop, "Dos cervaza´s por favor" at our new local, run by a young
Antonio Banderras from "Interview with a Vampire".

We have a lovely old English roomy, who thoughtfully snored like Mr Ed
on coke. I was half surprised she didn´t get up and lay a ripper fart
on someones head. Gladly, she´s staying an extra three nights in our
room.

Starting to remember my Spanish, even if it is butchered, the locals
seem to understand.

Today, hiking, sites, and I´m sure the odd market.