Vejer car parks

First day of holiday and started it early – 3.15am – so that’s before the sun rose. Leaving Essex behind, Stansted airport was buzzing at 5am. What? How? Why? My Waitrose large sandwich bag didn’t meet security requirements so I had to decant all my liquids into the Airport Regulation plastic bag before proceeding through to the sparkly black path through duty free where vendors shouted their wares “fancy a tipple before boarding? Buy one get one half price” IT’S 5 O’CLOCK IN THE MORNING! Flight was uneventful save for me falling asleep within minutes of boarding and vaguely hearing a comment about the life vest being in the panel above my head. Car hire went well – few extra dents than shown on the diagram but all sorted. Driving from the airport was sweeet. Arriving and trying to find car parks, not so sweet. But, at this time of night, and after a few beers, sherries and a couple of glasses of white wine, then the car parking is fine. I didn’t need to spend a good hour trying to locate a certain car park which turned out to be unreachable from one side of town. With delicious tapas from a lovely restaurant and the safe arrival of my other friends, I can say with confidence that my holiday has started on a high. Hasta luego!