Sunday
I know I´m not the only woman that cleans the house before going on holiday, but usually I don´t have enough time. We had a few days before we flew to Portugal to help Tom move in to his new flat and for me to shop and clean. Hurrah! I hoping Chris, who is `home alone´ will keep things reasonably tidy, but under Granny´s watchful eye I´m half expecting to find the place cleaner than it was when we left.
Mum and Dad arrived to pick us up at 12.30pm and as predicted I still hadn´t finished packing. 12 pairs of knickers, 14 pairs of tights, 4 skirts and at least 15 different tops including 2 julmpers and a long cardigan - you can never be too careful on an 8 day holiday.
The journey was fairly uneventful (train to Gatwick and a flight to Faro) apart from a flight delay of an hour. No explanations, but lots of speculation that it was due to the collapse of XL (flights cancelled and replacement flights hurridly rescheduled) so nobody seemed to complain about the delay. At Faro Airport we are assured that our `transfer´driver should wait if the flight is delayed. It seemed a long time before she finally turned up, although I don´t suppose it was, and we were just relieved to be on our way.
She told us, as we expected, that the previous few days had been chaos, with delays and flights cancelled, and some stranded tourists having to catch trains to Lisbon to catch flights there.
It´s refreshing to know that, wherever I go I can find a Cabbie who won´t stop talking. In our 30 minute drive to Tavira she told us;
1. She believed in God but didn´t agree in organised religion. She certainly didn´t like the Pope.
2. She didn´t think that a Man and a Woman can be married for life and condemned the Pope for saying Divorce shoouldn´t be allowed.
3. She said that people from the north of Portugal were religious nutcases who couldn´t cook, had no manners, were drunks and drug addicts and couldn´t be trusted. We gathered she didn´t like them much.
4. She couldn't understand people with Scottish accents.
...........at this point I ran out of euros for internet access at the hotel, so I decided to write the rest of my postcards when I got home...........K
I know I´m not the only woman that cleans the house before going on holiday, but usually I don´t have enough time. We had a few days before we flew to Portugal to help Tom move in to his new flat and for me to shop and clean. Hurrah! I hoping Chris, who is `home alone´ will keep things reasonably tidy, but under Granny´s watchful eye I´m half expecting to find the place cleaner than it was when we left.
Mum and Dad arrived to pick us up at 12.30pm and as predicted I still hadn´t finished packing. 12 pairs of knickers, 14 pairs of tights, 4 skirts and at least 15 different tops including 2 julmpers and a long cardigan - you can never be too careful on an 8 day holiday.
The journey was fairly uneventful (train to Gatwick and a flight to Faro) apart from a flight delay of an hour. No explanations, but lots of speculation that it was due to the collapse of XL (flights cancelled and replacement flights hurridly rescheduled) so nobody seemed to complain about the delay. At Faro Airport we are assured that our `transfer´driver should wait if the flight is delayed. It seemed a long time before she finally turned up, although I don´t suppose it was, and we were just relieved to be on our way.
She told us, as we expected, that the previous few days had been chaos, with delays and flights cancelled, and some stranded tourists having to catch trains to Lisbon to catch flights there.
It´s refreshing to know that, wherever I go I can find a Cabbie who won´t stop talking. In our 30 minute drive to Tavira she told us;
1. She believed in God but didn´t agree in organised religion. She certainly didn´t like the Pope.
2. She didn´t think that a Man and a Woman can be married for life and condemned the Pope for saying Divorce shoouldn´t be allowed.
3. She said that people from the north of Portugal were religious nutcases who couldn´t cook, had no manners, were drunks and drug addicts and couldn´t be trusted. We gathered she didn´t like them much.
4. She couldn't understand people with Scottish accents.
...........at this point I ran out of euros for internet access at the hotel, so I decided to write the rest of my postcards when I got home...........K
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