I’m following Sarahs flights so send her a “Welcome to Hong Kong” message on WhatsApp.
I then catchup with some paperwork this morning as I’m starting to gather lots of stuff. Sarah calls on WhatsApp and we chat for a while. She wants me to make contact with Steve and Helen who we are housesitting for in Javea next week. I do so and after a few exchanges throughout the day we land on a 6:00pm catchup on Thursday at their house for a glass of wine.
After that I go for my walk and I’m out for a large part of the day as I wander into the Old Town and down to the Port. It’s good to see the shops open. The supermarkets are all closed on a Sunday … even McDonalds so it was very quiet yesterday.
I decided to walk past Sparta Gym in Calle Rennes and try the door again. Its actually open, probably for air conditioning. I pop in and get some details for Sarah. I turn left into Calle de Niza and then back onto my route along the Ctra. Cabo La Nao-Pla. I spot a Tourist Information office and go into enquire about gyms. The guy produces a map and marks 3 with a cross quite close to each other. He then scrubs them out and moves the crosses a block down. They are all in the Old Town of Javea. Interestingly he doesn’t mention Sparta which is just round the corner!
There is a new Aldi store in Javea which looks a bit flash so I cross the road and have a look. Seems Aldi is Aldi. Not much different here to the multitude of other supermarkets in Spain. Its also quiet. Sarah sends a WhatsApp asking if she should get some Champagne or Cava in duty free? We both love bubbles so out of interest I check out the prices. 3 Euros for a bottle of Cava!
In the Old Town I refer to my map with the pen markings on it. I soon realise that this type of map has a disproportionate scale and only shows major roads. Locations are an estimate. I turn the map round one way, then another. Establish where the Police Station is and head that way. I know where it is not because I have been a guest, but because it is opposite the Car Park. I turn in a circle to get my bearings, but it isn’t helping. I take a right, a left and another right. No good. So I resort to technology and my iphone.
My Maps App tells me that I am on Calle del Barranquet and the only gym …Gimnasio Planeta Fitness Club… is on Calle Azorin. I head that way. I glance down each road as I cross, just in case I spot a sign for a gym. But nothing. I turn into Calle Azorin, walk a little way and nearly go straight past the gym. Hardly any signage. I ask Mr Muscles if he speaks english, a little he says, but probably better than your Spanish. A comedian! No leaflets to cart away here just a 5 second information dump. I subject it to memory. Eek!
I walk up the hill towards the Old Town. It becomes steeper and steeper. At the top is a T-Junction and I glance right and recognise my normal route. This road changes names along its journey. It changes from Calle de Cervantes to Av. del Rey Juan Carlos. As I approach the Port it transforms into Av. del Puerto and eventually as I reach the shore, Av. de Lepanto. I think I have been on my feet for about 3 hours so stop at the corner of Av. Marina Espanola. I often pass La Esquina, but this time stop for a small beer and a Salmon/Brie tapas.
I receive an email from Inma at Valgauto Motor advising that she is now waiting for the provisional documentation for the car from Traffic as without it I can’t collect the car. I understand that. She missed the point, I simply wanted a communication to confirm that she had received the funds. They have.
I have got into the habit of giving a thumbs up when cars stop for me at crossings and waiters enquire if all is good. The thumbs up has multiple translations depending on the situation. I can do the double thumbs up to reinforce my thanks. All of a sudden out of the blue I have a real sense of accute paranoia. It occurred to me after my t-shirt incident that it may mean something different here in Spain and I may be telling people to tuck their head in their arse. I Google again and to my relief it means the same goodwill that I commonly use it for. You have to careful. In Greece and the Middle East it does signify “Up Yours”!
Until next time 🌏