Guess I kinda missed the boat on this one! This list was sent through to us on Monday, presumably with the idea of being a list of wonderful bank holiday plans.
No bank holidays for us in Andalusia I'm sad to say! Even though my lovely Mr was over to visit, I was working for part of the day, but we didn't let it spoil our fun.
Without further a do, I shall share with you what we DID on Monday - as its far interesting than any of the boring teacher/adult stuff I have to do to day, let me tell you!
I apologise for defying you list title, but that's just me - I'm a rebel (read absolute nerd being ironic).
(OR the things you did on Monday cos you don't check your emails as often as you should)
- Got up at 8 (leaving Rich to snooze) and planned the day's lessons (3 adult classes and 1 kids group)
- Booked a table at a local restaurant so that Rich could try Andalusia's famed choco.
- Went out on a walk in the countryside around the village, showing Rich the olive groves.
- Stopped for a cold drink in the hotel in between my village and the next - walking in 35 degree heat is thirsty work.
- Toddled along to the restaurant to find we were the only people there, had to interrupt the waiter's viewing of a tv western to order.
- Received way too much food and were disappointed by the choco - it's a hit and miss game at the best of times.
- Went home to teach whilst Rich burnt himself to a pleasing strawberry colour in the garden.
- My colleague shooed me out of my final class with the instruction 'Go have fun'.
- Not one to not follow orders, I did a quick change, and Rich and I hopped on the bus to witness the opening of the Feria (pictures to come!).
- After the light switch on of the main gate and a whistle stop tour of the main public casetas (tents full of drinking and dancing), we settled down for a glass of Rebujito (the traditional drink of the Feria - Manzanilla wine and sprite).
- We had to have a power walk back to the bus station in order to catch the last bus back to the village (3am). When we arrived, the bus station was dark and locked.
- A authoritative stranger (dressed suspiciously like a bus driver) told us that a security guard would come to let us in soon. Everyone assumed this was our driver.
- As minutes turned in to half an hour, the small crowd that had gathered began to disperse in to shared taxis, giving up hope.
- We stayed for a further 10 minutes with the authoritative stranger, before he revealed that he was in fact a feria security guard rather than the company representative he had led everyone to believe he was. DOUCHE!
- We bundled in to a taxi praying the meter gods would be kind (I live a fair trot from the centre) - in the end, we paid the bargain price of 15€.
- We flopped in to bed at gone 4 in the morning, and forwent setting the alarm.
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