Just as it was getting exciting as well… apologies for the radio silence (as if you’re hanging on every word from this blog), but I’ve been in Barcelona for a few days, getting sunburnt and listening to bands, and stopping off in Paris and Montpellier on the way. I had planned to post from Barcelona, but wasn’t going to pay the stupid sums demanded by Telefonica for wi-fi in my otherwise ace hotel.
I’m in Montpellier right now, which is a gorgeous but also young and vibrant city – and endowed with generous free wi-fi. If you’ve any sense, you should jump on a train some day and take the one you love here. Or just take yourself. The wi-fi will stop you from getting bored.
I’m up early to return to London tomorrow, but a thought to leave on – just been chatting with the guy behind the bar in a surprisingly-not-naff “British pub”; his wife got a job here and they both upped sticks and left Edinburgh to come to the south of France. Seven months on, he’s picked up the language and he’s enjoying a new life.
With the collapse of the pound, he’s effectively getting paid eight pounds an hour in a city where the cost of living’s roughly the same as in the UK. As an attractive local woman came in and planted kisses on both his cheeks, he flashed me a look which suggests he’s quite happy with his lot. Just a thought…