We take the dogs for a walk as usual. Despite the experience with them running off yesterday we still feel confident to let them off the leash. And all goes well. That is until the return when we reach the gate at “Casa Davis”. Mini hovers at the gate and all of a sudden Barkley takes off up the hill. He is head down and with his arthritic legs waddling north on a mission. Mini looks at us as if to say sorry. F*ck. I race up the hill. As I run, Barkley picks up speed. Bugger! I slow and so does he. I pick up the pace … and so does he. Gradually the hill takes its toll on Barkley before it takes its toll on me and I gain ground eventually grabbing his collar and attaching the leash before he becomes a fixture on the front of a car bumber!
We plan our route to Peyrail and decide on travelling via Valencia to Pamplona and staying overnight. We spend ages finding a hotel, not that we are fussy … and settle on the Holiday Inn. Then we will take the slightly shorter trip to Peyrail on the A63, crossing the border to France at Irun.
A tidy up day so that the house is looking good for Helen. A bit more than a tidy as it also includes the garden and watering everything down, particularly as Barkley likes to piss everywhere.
Eileen’s cousin Paul is over from Perth with his wife Glynes so we catch up with them and Dave & Fi at Chabada overlooking Arenal Beach as we won’t see them for a few months or so.
Helen returns without Steve as he is playing golf in Seville.
We leave Ambolo at 10:25 am for our 6 hour trip.
I pack the car. As I walk up the steps for the last time on this visit, Mini looks at me with knowing eyes. I’m leaving.
We set off on the AP-7 and then from Port de Sagunt take the A-23 to Valencia. The trip goes without hitch and we stop off at Sarrion for gas and a tapas break. Americano, cafe con Letche, patatas bravas and a pinch tortilla.
As we approach Zaragoza the landscape changes becoming more lush and greener. The dry dessert feel of Spain starts to phase into green. We pass Zaragoza and can see the beautiful snow capped Moncayo.
We stop for gas near Gallur. It feels bitterly cold and windy. I want to use the restroom and find the door with the little man on it. I pull back hard and there is a guy in there with his trousers around his ankles sitting on the loo. But not for long. Phone in hand he reaches to close the door and I retreat quickly. I decide as no-one is around I’ll use the facilities with the little picture of a woman on them.
Continuing on the AP-68, just after Tudela we take the AP-15 north to the Holiday Inn Express in Pamplona. It is cold and windy here too. Not too sure what to do for dinner as we are a little out of town. Its a nice functional hotel but a bit in the backyard of town. The bar is located next to the reception desk. It seems the staff multi-task from Check-ins to drink orders.
Before making a decision for dinner we go over to La Morea Shopping Center, past Aldi, just a 5 minute walk. It looks unattractive because we are the carpark side. Inside it is quite a nice shopping centre. It has the usual food court, but there are a couple of good options. Coming up the escalator we are taken by surprise. There is a stunning display of car tyre artwork by Angel Canas. It is just so clever.
In the end we return to the hotel after a brief excursion and eat in the hotel restaurant. The food is surprisingly good and typical spanish. The seating is odd though. Most of the tables are laid for one person facing the tv on the wall. Obviously for those single commercial travellers!
Until next time 🌏