Spanish Fly

17 Feb

Saturday was going home day.  Alison and I tidied, cleaned and shut up the villa after a brunch of bacon, egg, beans, sausage and baguette.  We returned the neighbours’ much-loved oil heaters, and then it was time for Lyn & Sue, who were staying a little longer, to drive us to the airport, via another beach and bar.

The barman didn’t speak English so Alison had to use sign language to indicate that the first glasses he brought out were too puny.  And the second.  The third lot of glasses satisfied her stringent requirements; I almost fell into mine.

We arrived at the airport in good time: enough for me to be prepared, but not enough time for reflection i.e. panic.  The Ryanair gate queue had formed by the time we got there.  Boarding was slower than on the outward flight, but better organised: people were allowed on two at a time.  The problem this time was not the crush, but the flush – it is still winter in Spain and the heating was on in the airport.  The disadvantage of cheap flights is the one piece of hand luggage rule: you wear anything you can’t carry in your bag.  I was layered up with shirt, cardigan, jacket, scarf & gloves; I was topped up with one rather large glass of wine; I was anxious about flying.  How I didn’t pass out, I’ll never know.

Once in my seat I couldn’t wait to take off, because I knew they’d be serving drinks soon after.  I bought a bottle of water and I had finished it before the steward had taken Alison’s order.  I spent most of the flight walking up and down to the toilet.  A big step for me, because I usually cross my legs on short haul journeys – normally, nothing short of gastroenteritis gets me to unbuckle my seat belt.  I am one of the few people who actually listens to the safety message; watches the steward mime, and studies the safety card.  I count the number of rows from my seat to the nearest emergency exit, and calculate the number of heads I may have to step on if I climb over the top of the seats instead of crawling on the floor (in the unlikely event of fire on board).  I know where the life jackets are stored and always make a mental note to clip it into place before inflating.  When travelling with children, I am probably one of the few parents who likes the idea of putting on my own oxygen mask first.  I’ll tell you this much: if I die in a plane crash, it won’t be because I wasn’t paying attention.

Hub, Spud and dogs were waiting at home for me, and we swapped gifts: I brought them Spanish eats and they had been shopping while I was away and filled the freezer with all kinds of marked-down goodies, like steak, joints, fish and pork.  It was nice to come home to some good British food.

I have spoiled you with lots of photos, but here are a few more:


39 Responses to “Spanish Fly”

  1. judithatwood February 17, 2012 at 17:29 #

    Well, Tilly, I want to thank you for allowing me to accompany you on your trip to Spain!


  2. viv blake February 17, 2012 at 18:23 #

    I rather fancy that accordian player!


  3. SchmidleysScribbling February 17, 2012 at 18:41 #

    Wow, this place looks a lot like Las Vegas. No wonder the Spaniards liked our Southwest. It reminded them of home. Dianne


  4. J. Boudreaux February 17, 2012 at 19:36 #

    Great posting. Thanks. J. (a Yank from the colonies)


    • Tilly Bud February 18, 2012 at 14:11 #

      Thanks; and thanks for stopping by 🙂


  5. SidevieW February 17, 2012 at 20:23 #

    sounds like a great break all in all

    flying is definitely no longer a privilege


  6. Aspergers Girls February 17, 2012 at 20:27 #

    Love your writing and humor. Thanks.


  7. nrhatch February 17, 2012 at 21:15 #

    Booze + Cigarettes = Perfect Together. 😉

    Glad you had FUN.


  8. Grannymar February 17, 2012 at 22:57 #

    I could almost taste that drink.


  9. 1stjoeyanna February 17, 2012 at 23:26 #

    So happy you made it home safe, and had a great trip!


  10. jmgoyder February 18, 2012 at 02:14 #

    Fantastically funny post. I love the way you write!


  11. laurieanichols February 18, 2012 at 02:20 #

    You have made me appreciate my non fear of flying. I admire you for your courage, I know that many wouldn’t have stepped up to the task and would have missed out on a wonderful adventure. You are to be commended Tilly Bud.


    • Tilly Bud February 18, 2012 at 14:15 #

      It’s probably my fear of losing out on something for nothing that tipped me over the edge 😀


  12. barb19 February 18, 2012 at 05:39 #

    Glad you had a fun trip, welcome home!


  13. gigihawaii February 18, 2012 at 06:27 #

    I applaud your courage, Tilly. It is not often that people will fly when they are deathly afraid of doing so. Hope you have the courage to make it here to Hawaii one of these days!


    • Tilly Bud February 18, 2012 at 14:16 #

      If I can afford a ticket, nothing will stop me. Though I may have to be sedated.


  14. misswhiplash February 18, 2012 at 10:04 #

    glad you had a nice holiday but looking at those pics made me feel quite homesick and gave me a longing to go back to least its warmer there than here


  15. Pseu February 18, 2012 at 11:36 #

    thank you for my orange trees 🙂


    • Tilly Bud February 18, 2012 at 11:40 #

      You are most welcome 🙂


      • Pseu February 18, 2012 at 17:58 #

        I notice they are behind bars, so to speak. I wonder if they are the eating oranges or Sevilles?


        • Tilly Bud February 20, 2012 at 10:29 #

          I don’t know. Alison did buy some juicing oranges and ate them. Does that help?


          • Pseu February 20, 2012 at 11:48 #

            I’m sure there are many types, but the Sevilles are basically not fit for eating without cooking first. VERY sharp!


  16. bluebee February 19, 2012 at 06:54 #

    I’m sure you’re glad to have your feet firmly planted back on the ground 🙂


  17. Marion Driessen February 20, 2012 at 22:45 #

    Traveling by plane is the safest way of transport. They say. Well, it still freaks me out at times, no matter what ‘they’ say. Welcome back!


    • Tilly Bud February 21, 2012 at 10:12 #

      Knowing that it’s the safest form of transport is the only thing that gets me in one.


  18. Perfecting Motherhood February 21, 2012 at 02:00 #

    Free booze when you buy cigarettes? Those Spaniards really know how to party!


  19. sarsm February 22, 2012 at 18:53 #

    You and I should never attempt to fly together. We’d talk each other out of getting on the plane!!

    Despite the flying bit, I’m really glad you had such a great holiday.


    • Tilly Bud February 23, 2012 at 11:25 #

      I see you are like me, though: just because you’re scared, doesn’t mean you won’t do it. Though there may be a lot of toilet access necessary.


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