by Sinclair Newton
It had never really struck me before, but nowadays it doesn´t matter what train or ferry you get on as you travel across Europe to Ibiza, you´ll still be able to use your Euros.
Not until you´ve got out of the U.K., naturally.
But its a great feeling just pulling a few notes out of your top pocket and ordering an espresso whatever countrys platform youre on.
In days of yore you could do the same sort of thing with a ten bob note if you were stuck in England and it was interesting to see the look of pleasure on Ricks face as he paid again.
The look he has on his face now, having got here, is a joy, though. Three days and three nights seem a small price to pay to discover there are some of the worlds classiest cafés where the pavements turn to sand.
Ive just arrived and Ill tell you more about the little changes when Ive got over some of the big ones. I notice everyone drinks iced water unlike the old days. Ive just knocked one over in my excitement at discovering barmen don´t think you are odd if you don´t want to join the brandy slurpers in the San Antonio market bar before breakfast.
And they seem to be eating more croissants rather than a piece of toasted bread rubbed over with a tomato and sprinkled with olive oil.
The journey becomes the holiday, I suppose, but Ill also tell you about that when weve made it back. In a mad, impulsive gesture I suddenly heard myself saying we should drop in on Madrid on the way back and now I´ve found out it´s thirteen hours from there back to Paris.
We never got to Malaga so Ive missed Denyss suggestion about the gentle train from there, but I now have to admit geography cannot be one of my strong points because I couldnt work out why we were going by an ocean hours before we got to Barcelona.
Its all been food markets so far. There was a lovely one in Paris in whichever arrondissement we found ourselves. The charcuterie looked nothing like the Kentucky Fried Chicken in Euston; mind you I see they are selling their cardboard coated wings and things with plastic cutlery all over Europe.
in Barcelona was having major rebuilding, but you could still that everything,
from piles of perfect figs to creatures from the deep were still just about everything
thats in season.
Sinclair Newton writing his piece in the Ibiza History Culture office
Picture © Gary Hardy (Friday 20th September 2002)
And so to Sant Antoni where the Clot Mares Mercat was in full swing. Toni the barman remembered just how I liked my coffee and never once looked meaningfully towards the Veterano bottle.
The Nescafe at the OK Corral in the West End of Sant Antoni came in a big mug and was delicious and Caz the landlady remembered me there, too. She seemed to remember a dusky maiden I once brought in, but thats slipped from my mind like so much else about the past.
This is Memory Lane with a steady hand for me
and an adventure for Rick he is never going to forget.
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