What I did on my holidays

The first thing I did on my holidays was catch a bus to small town in northern Spain and spend the night sleeping with 60 other people in a cramped hot bunk room.

The second thing I did on my holidays was shoulder the ridiculously heavy backpack that had seemed a marvel of ingenuity and light packing when I was weighing it in Wellington. Six kg is nothing when you are popping it on to the back seat of the car. It’s something else when you thump it onto your back in the cool Spanish dawn and then start walking up 650 metres before breakfast.

The third thing I did on my holidays was meet a grumpy little Spanish dog who ran out of his gate, barked, bit Laura and then slunk back home again. Sorry dog lovers - it’s just not a happening thing for me - maybe he had prior warning, knew I was coming, knew not to bite me, but to bite my daughter instead. I may have kicked him in the head, she calmly turned and said “Did he actually bite me?”

So now we wait! Infected dog bites take a few days to show, rabies a year we hear. Haha

The fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh thing I did on my holidays was drink mega Sangria, eat mega tapas, lie on the exquisite San Sebastián beach and wonder which part of my ancient body will give up first.

In my next life I want to be Spanish.

Lesley xoxo