Sunday.

Easy flight remember looking down at the isle of wight and the solent. Moved across france and then a lovely view of the pyrenees. Landed at reus on time chugged along to baggage. Got hire car a 1.7 diesel opel astra. Drove round the car park then learned how to stall. It was horrendous. Whilst I have driven plenty on the continent this time was different. Gits have sat me on the wrong side and moved the gear stick handbrake and mirror. Oh lordy. I stall frequently. We get lost. Eventually find the gaff and meet the owners who live above I am into the pool like a good un. Mooch of to calafell in the afternoon and have a walk drink and some tapas. There seems to be no english people. Squid and potatoes. Very nice. Back past the house to the supermarket. Mooch around nosing at every thing. Back to the house and relax. It is hot. About 32 I think. Off into caloafell park at the station. Walk along puzzled by the number of italians. Eat at a cafe. Too much tapas squid sardines anchovies and spuds tres bien. Back home and sat outside. Its noisy some concert on the beach. Bed sleep. Very tired after getting up at 3am.