As you can see, our Spanish holiday accomodation was slightly below the luxurious standard the Nomad family is accustomed to atop the icey hill (where, by the way, Spring seems to have done a runner, leaving us once more shovelling snow from the doorstep. Believe me - arriving home from the airport in platform sandals after midnight to be greeted by a few inches of the white stuff was NOT funny).
We had a lovely holiday, as relaxing as is possible with three young children. I managed to read several books over the 10 days during which we lounged on the beach (in between trips to ZARA and the shoe shop which lay convenientently along the five-minute walk to the beach). The fact that Spanish television is truely awful, making TV Norge seem like the most entertaining channel on the planet in comparison, may have contributed to my prolific reading. Prime-time on Spanish terrestrial television is it seems dominated by gameshows, talent contests, news and dubbed American movies. Yes, everything foreign is dubbed. I tried to watch Robinson Crusoe starring Pierce Brosnan, a dog and some tropical scenery but despite the limited dialogue (there's a very small cast), I just couldn't get into it. I really needed to hear Robinson Crusoe with an Irish accent for the story to be convincing.
Here are some photos of our St Patrick's Day celebrations lest anyone might accuse me of being unpatriotic.Must go now and pack away the flip flops and numerous new pairs of sandals we brought back with us. Every Nomad under six feet got at least one new pair (OK - I was the one who got several). At least I know my feet won't grow before summer makes an appearance - can't say I'm so confident about the rest of them.