One of the things we did this week was to book a real holiday - the type where you leave home and sleep in a different bed. As we're getting a new car we thought it would be nice to put as much of our own stuff (and Marli) into it as we like and hit the open road to the ferry port.
With the whole of Spain at our mercy we couldn't decide where to go. Cantabria, Galicia, maybe back to Catalunya or Lleida, I'd always fancied Teruel and someone Jaki knows had offered to donate their accommodation in Isla Canela near Seville.
However in from left field came Deia in Mallorca so we booked it.
Our Accommodation in Deia
The next bit was the difficult one; trying to book a ferry via a Spanish website when, God forbid, we are a surname short. As you probably know every Spaniard in the world has two surnames and so every Spanish website has two compulsory boxes which just won't let you proceed until you've completed the pair of them.
Yes, we've tried inventing a second surname, but then when you want to pay on your credit card your new name doesn't match your real name.
The solution was to drive to lovely, cool, uncrowded Ibiza town where parking spaces are ten a penny in July and physically visit the Trasmediterranea offices. Luckily for us lazy-disinterested-teenage-ticket-office-girl was on duty. Despite her best efforts to send six of us off to Palma two months to the day before our cottage was booked for, we succeeded in getting our tickets - and €15 cheaper than the internet price, where you pay extra for the privilege of not having to deal with a real person. We later spent this on coffee, fruit juice and croissants whilst relaxing after the ordeal of me trying to explain to l-d-t-t-o-g that I couldn't tell her the registration number of our car because I only pick it up from the dealer in September.
After that we just tidied up at home and had chicken kebabs on the barbie.
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