I LOVE YOUSE ALL. That ESP thing totally worked. I have returned from four days in Valencia, Spain for the glorious spectacle that is the Motorcycle Grand Prix and not one single meal was chocolate. Bravo! Bravo!
Allow me to divulge the yummy stuff I DID eat in Valencia. Ooh la la. Like last time, the highlight would have to be the orange juice so fresh and tart that your face screws up like a cat’s arse. Then there was paella, tortilla, chorizo, bocodillos with amazing ham and cheese at the race, fresh fruit and one gelato cone. That does sound rather lardy when it’s all in one sentence, but it was over four days and was not consumed in a gluttonous manner! Sensible portions, and only eating things that I really wanted to try.
I also tried some churros, as I’d read about ’em on YP’s blog yonks ago. I shared a tiny one with Gareth, a two-inch chunk that I dunked in my tea at breakfast this morning, which is kinda sacrilege as they apparently belong with a cup of thick hot chocolate. I heard they were sort of donut-ty so wasn’t expecting to like them, but this little baby was light and crispy and fabulous.
We were traveling with a mate of ours and two of his friends. These two fellas were very fond of a drink so I’d been worried I’d end up guzzling alcohol out of some sort of perceived peer pressure. But they were too pissed to care what I drank, ha! I did not have one single alcoholic drink all weekend except for two sips of beer when I ordered one because I had a temporary brain freeze and couldn’t remember the word for water! I just blurted, "Beer for me too, please!". I took two sips and remembered that I’m not a beer person, so palmed it off to the lads and finally recalled it was agua I wanted. Derr. Sin gas! No bubbles!
It’s all about priorities. By not frittering away calories on booze and drinking water all weekend, happily indulged in the food, which is what I had really come for. Aside from the bikes!
Now I’m back in Scotland and it’s 5pm and pitch black. D’oh! Stupid End-Of-Daylight-Saving. Yesterday I was roasting under a blue sky, 32’C. The post-holiday blues are kicking in but I am feeling good about how it all went. I’d written to Lainey last week about how I was looking forward to the holiday yet worried I’d forget my goals and eat and drink myself into a major setback, as I have done after so many trips. But we brainstormed some Survival Tactics and a line from her email really stuck in my head all weekend, Think how smug you will feel if you come home and it’s not all turned to shit!
And now I am home and it’s not all turned to shit. The food in Valencia was too damn fine to just sit there with a plate of lettuce, and I did eat way more calorific stuff that I would have at home. But it’s nice to feel like I got to enjoy the local tucker (which is the best thing about travel, I reckon) without being a total piggy. Rock on!
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Thanks everyone for the comments and emails on the Ranty Knee Entry! I had to skip the country after I wrote it; I always feel self-conscious after a big spiel. Ooh, a special cheers to Wilma. As I’ve been tapping out this entry an email just came swishing into the Inbox with some tip top info about how she handled a similar injury. A godsend I tells ya. I’ll write back very soon Wilma!
I’ve been mulling over Grendel’s comment since I got home. I dunno if you’re still out there Grendel! I tried to respond to you directly but my email was returned with a Mailbox Unavailable message. If you’re out there, do you have another account? I’d really like to respond.
Til next time, comrades!