Day Three. Still no luggage.
Friendly warning: never try and apply for a non-permanent (TEMPORAL, if you should ever need it) residence card in Spain. Spaniards have no clue whatsoever of direction or english. A sure recipe to get lost or confused. . . or both.
We started off in good spirits, singing in the rain and all that jazz, just going to the bank to register for an account. Only to be sent to some dodgy little police station to acquirre the oh-so famous tarjeta de residencia. . . temporal. Finding a cute man in uniform, more than willing to help us, was no problem. Understanding the bloke, was Mission Impossible numero 4. So, the sweetie sent us packing to Plaza de Espana (another police station), with very little comprehendible directions.
We ended up following in the footsteps of our ancestors, copying the good 'ol Groot Trek, walking about seven kilometres and seriously contemplating the meaning of life. . .an empty stomach.
The cards were NOT received. Work in progress. As well as emotional preparation to follow the same procedure again tomorrow. . .
Awesome finding for the day: a place that serves tapas for less than two euros and there is no need to only stare at your plate to fill up. . . you can - wait for this - eat! Heaped plates galore! Lovely, crispy fried aubergine, floating in a lush bath of tamatoe gazpacho and fresh hake, eveloped in a jacket of authentic spanish beer batter and a killer garlic mayo to go with it (seriously, it might just kill you dead - the garlic that is).
Thus we formulated our own meaning of life. For heaven hath ascended after that meal.
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haai daar julle tamatie-voortrekkers!!! gister s'n was snaaks, maar dit klink asof julle deur nogal baie is vandag...good luck vir die treasure-hunt môre vir die bank, excuse the pun, en los asseblief net die krugerhande uit. ek sal eikestad se sakkie en tassie sê om vir julle nog 'n koffertjie te stuur daardie kant toe,(pappa het natuurlik iets bygevoeg wat nie polities korrek is nie), maar in elk geval, use your underwear wisely, lekker slaap en ek wens julle twee 'n voorspoedige dag toe vir môre(en nee pappa het my nie met daai sin gehelp nie)
ReplyDeletebaie liefde en groete,
Christoff
Hi julle,
ReplyDeleteHave fun and explore! Ons verlang na julle!
Het julle al die "Menu del Dia" ding uitgefigure? Dis 'n groot ete elke middag vir omtrent 4 Euros. Franco het tydens die burgeroorlog alle kroee en resuarante verplig om 'n volldeige middagete vir die werkers te bedien omdat daar hongersnood in die land was. Die gewoonte het gestick en vandag bied alle kroee en restaurante nog 'n 4 gang maaltyd - pasta of paella of sop, dan hoofgereg met vleis of vis, plus 'n slaai, plus nagereg, wyn of 'n bier en laastens 'n koffie. Dit alles vir 4 Euros. Enjoy!
Liefde,
Piet