Hammam

So the bike tour was fab – we cycled a little, looked a little and drunk and ate a lot. No wonder Husband fell off – no bones broken, slight grazing and huge embarrassment (his words). By the time we arrived at our last stop, I was in a bad way. The early start and early beer before a few large glasses of various tasty wines and pintxos caught up with me and I stopped talking. Back to the hotel by 9pm and I was in bed asleep by 9.02pm. 

Woke naturally at 8.53am – very refreshed. Had to dress Husband, whose knee had swollen up. Didn’t realise how regimented his dressing was – left leg first, left shoe first…a portent of grim things to come! 

Had a great day mooching about eating and drinking. The Mercado de la Ribera was amazing – every part of all animals available to buy so would avoid if vegetarian, and some of the freshest fish I have seen. Paul and Gary were beering up but I decided to pace myself – Ally joined me in a freshly squeezed orange juice (from Valencia). 

As we were walking in the old town, two buskers were playing the same piece of music that Ally walked ‘down the aisle’ to marry Paul – happy coincidence! Then in a book shop, they were playing a track by The Rifles – a band that Ally and Paul are going to see later in the year. Another happy coincidence!

Husband and I have just been to the hotel’s hammam. Within 10 seconds, he was awash with sweat. After 5 minutes, I was still dry as a bone. Clearly we are perfectly matched – although he insists on a cold shower straight after – and for me, that’s never going to happen.

So chilling until it’s time to go and eat and drink again. Pictures of pintxos we’ve had today…