Valencia, Spain. One very particular day at the beach.
Finally we found a larger road, slid onto it and spotted a sign pointing out a beach. We followed a dirt road, parked when it finished and walked towards the Mediterranean sea. We settled on a huge beach, stretching as far as the eye could see, with crystal-clear water and very few people. Some of the curiosities of this beach included: zillions of dragonflies that landed anywhere (head, nose, knees and feet included); a man that had his own peculiar way of dealing with the annoying jellyfish that wanted to share the water with us; a couple having a chic lunch, wine glasses included.
And then, just before we set off for Madrid we stopped at El Palmar for a snack. The tiny village was half closed because of a marathon but we found a “bar restaurante” on the outskirts. It was 17:15 and we walked in, our confidence boosted by two tables full of locals drinking. When we asked if they were open the answer was yes, but only for drinks. The kitchen was closed and they had nothing to eat.
“Nothing?” I asked. “Nada de nada de nada??” I stressed
“Well, ” answered the man “I might manage to get you something…”
If this is Valencian for “nothing”, I’d like more of nothing, please.