new places to explore...literally.

Arlo's new found joy at poking small holes with his newly discovered index finger has lead to the inevitable. Its not so bad when its his own, but when he shoves it up your own unsuspecting nostril it can be a bit of a shock!

Here we are on the bus out to the airport to get the car. Many hours of stress lie ahead - the wait in the car place ends up being nearly 2 hours, but we get there in the end. On *Easter Sunday, with not a thing to eat and not a sniff of a place open for nosh. Yikes.

Fortunately, the lovely people who owned our cottage and were staying in the next cottage along from us brought a little emergency basket along with some essentials - eggs, manchego, chorizo, chicken, chopped tomatoes, pasta, 4 beers, a bottle of cava and 2 bottles of wine.

They read us like books! Onwards and upwards so they say!

*We seem to make a habit out of getting stuck at Easter on holiday. Losing one's passport (and one's husbands), 4 flight tickets, house keys and travellers' cheques in the back of a Bangkok taxi I remember being a teensy eensy bit stressful, with nobody around to help us due to everybody being off eating chocolate...