Spain Valencia & more

It’s Tuesdays evening and we find ourselves on the deck of a funny little villa overlooking a sad golf course where the green is brown, the fairway a maze in the bush and the T more of an O as the golfer balances his ball on one of the many rocks. We are in the cortijo Grande valley near Turre. If your trying to find us on Google, the nearest big town is Almeria.

We are going to be here for the next week exploring the region on bikes. Its kinda nice with mountains towering above us as we look out to the Mediterranean some 20 kms away. Its quiet. The local village is sleepy and at this time of the year we are the only crazy tourists. English is not well understood and Google translate app is great.

But I rush ahead of myself and you will hear more of this place later in this blog.

As you will have appreciated by now we survived the flight. The airbus A380 was very comfortable and the seats quite generous even in cattle class.

It was great to have Isaac meet us at the airport in Barcelona and after a bit of mucking around we eventually sorted the car, loaded the bikes on and drove to Valencia.

Bed was great. ……. But let’s be honest, after 40hrs upright anything flat was going to be good.

Isaac took Monday off and we had our own personal guide first on foot then later on bikes after reassembled them on the footpath.  

Isaac appreciation of not just the language but the culture behind the language shows the value of living in an immersed environment. That the name is not just a set of guttural sounds to mimic so another can understand you but it has a meaning… a history in its being.

This morning before heading south we went out to Isaac’s work. Wow! very impressive and I was a little bit envious as we quickly switch into the discussions of job costing, production planning, product pricing and  cultural accommodations’. What a site, what a challenge.