Spain. Rest, money and luggage (I wanted according to Tarantino, it didn’t work out :))
So I'm in Spain.
It’s too early to talk about impressions, so I’ll make a reservation right away - they are very local. Firstly, only a day out of 12 has passed, and secondly, I can only talk about the town (Castelldefels) in which I stopped, because I have not seen another yet.
Where to begin?
The whole first day I was whining that I wanted to go home.
Expected more. I try to avoid stereotypes in my judgments, but I succeed badly - I always compare with Croatia and Germany.
The first thing that surprised me, remembering with what love the Croats literally licked their town, is that the Spaniards have a much easier attitude to cleanliness. Least.
Architecture. None. Houses and houses resemble boxes. Just boxes. The same. Differing only in the color of the awnings on the balconies.
Does not leave the feeling of neglect. Even when you see local dog owners. Even the dogs are all Chukhonian, unwashed and unkempt.
If they are trimmed, it is clear that at home, almost with nail scissors. The only ones that always fascinate are spaniels. My love...They are beautiful in every way. Thought even, maybe a puppy to bring? And this thought did not shock ...
I was not surprised that the country was in crisis. When the Spaniards work - I did not understand at all. Trade, along the way, is also not particularly bothered here. I emphasize once again - I'm talking about Castelldefels. In any case, after spending the whole day in search of a swimsuit and ordinary flip flops, they were left with nothing. There are almost no shops here, some shops - collapses too. Of course, I remember Barcelona, but Castelldefels is also a coastal city, in a resort area. Therefore, this state of affairs is surprising. Let's go to the center. We went to a supermarket. Our MEGA is one to one. It's half past eleven. Half of the departments and cafes are closed. Went to the separates. In search of all the same slippers and a swimsuit.
Some stuff is stock. The eye didn't stop at anything.
A lot of Russians.
Transport was not dealt with. One trip by bus 2 euros. It is impossible to catch a taxi on the street. Probably not. There are no street signs on the houses. In general, it is difficult to navigate.
Hotel. Well, so-so. Despite the fact that I am not particularly pretentious and not tempted by luxury. Accurately on the side of my bed is an antediluvian condo. It's hot without it. Wouldn't get sick.
About weather. For walking around the city, the weather was more than comfortable. 25 degrees, windy. In the evening, at 6 o'clock, we went to look at the beach. There were almost no people. It was already pretty chilly. Another two hours wandered around the city, sat down to have dinner in some cafe. And now, at this time, a blouse would not hurt.
As long as the emotions are
Spain, Castelldefels impressions from the first three days.
Probably, after all, I managed to move away from stereotypes, or I’m just starting to get used to it, or maybe all sorts of small “pleasures” were discovered, and life is getting better, life is becoming more fun
On the evening of the first day, a street cafe was found nearby. The most ordinary one, with plastic chairs and tables...A charming Spanish guy lured us there with a Russian menu, and we did not regret it. With my diet, I ordered beef on the grill and vegetables on it. As they later understood, gratar, this is like our barbecue. So I first tried beef with blood. It was dark but delicious. Therefore, I bit it around the edges, and where blood was visible, I left it with an openwork stub. We were already about to leave, this uncle brought a treat from the institution - an awesome cake ! ! ! ! It would be impolite to refuse. A friend drank beer, she did not roll at all. I didn’t want to offend, but because ......ppponelaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!! ! !
Ooooo! ! ! ! I have never eaten such delicious food! ! !
Barcelona was on our list. Acquaintance and small shopping. Small - because it was necessary to urgently buy a swimsuit and slippers for the beach. And towels for him. A friend didn’t have a swimsuit at all, I had one, two years ago, which I also had then, like out of the blue. In principle, I could go to the beach in it, but, I'm afraid, after I would take a dip, its upper part would be in the area of the knees. Therefore, the issue needed to be addressed urgently.
Having firmly decided to go to the train, staring at the map and making a trip plan, we rushed.
After walking in the heat for a good half an hour, without finding a station, they spat on this lesson, got on a bus and drove off. An hour later, Barcelona opened its arms.
Somehow things went wrong with our stores from the very beginning.
Having walked about two kilometers in one direction along the Rambla (probably that was how it was called, although later they explained to me that the rambla is a street in principle), we sat down on a bench to rest and look around ...Looking into the house opposite, we found an inscription in the area of the third floors, in font, probably, the hundredth size - "Museum of Erotica". With nothing to do, we thought - to go or something, at least neighing ....but it was too lazy, so, having gone a little further, we found a local market, where we bought ourselves some kind of juice, or fruit puree and trudged on ....They were already going back, like the French in 1812…only in the heat…From what they were looking for, they did not find anything worthy of attention. Buying rubber bands for the beach for 25 euros somehow did not smile. The only thing I bought myself in some small shop was trousers. So funny ...Well, for the sake of laughter to go home, the son was later fascinated, and, I believe, then he will take it for himself.
Plans for Barcelona were Napoleonic.
The mistake is that the age was not taken into account, and with it the depreciation of the walking apparatus. Having cut off the legs on the Barcelona asphalt on the shoulders, we arrived in our Katseldefels, having dinner in the same street cafe, we made our way to the hotel, where we collapsed and passed out.
Second day. In the plans she same - Barcelona. This time it's the Zoo.
Spaniards have very cute children. Simply charming. Curly, black-eyed, direct and cheerful. And also, just amazing grandmothers! ! ! So much is read in their faces! ! ! Dignity, freedom, will, cordiality and, and some good recklessness! In this last epithet, I can fit everything - passion, lack of complexes, impulse, ardor ...and all that ....Everyone we saw had a bright, well-groomed (!! ! ) manicure, moreover, applied by a clearly skilled hand, with jewelry, by the way, tastefully selected, even if it was just jewelry, and very neatly dressed.
It was funny to watch - a bus is coming ...Quietly ...You look around, twisted in your own thoughts, and now, two grandmothers come into the salon. Two. And they start talking to each other. And here, the feeling that you are in the very center of the noisy crowd never ceases to leave! ))) They are funny, the right word! And if you give up your seat to them, they will smile at you and say something encouraging until the very end of your trip
Underground.
Observations the day before. About five or ten meters from the metro pole, but on a completely equal platform, like in an empty small square, there is a kind of concrete booth. Suitable girl with a stroller and a child. Apparently, she pressed something, the glass doors in the concrete booth opened, she stepped in, the doors closed and through the glass it was clear how the cabin went down, underground, and again the concrete booth. We were dumbfounded.
Since there was nothing on top of this booth, a friend, having an enviable sense of humor, asked - where are they? In hell?
So, speaking of the subway, she was not far from the truth. In July, at noon, in the center, the Barcelona metro is terrible. The breath is incredible. Although, in the cars there are air conditioners and during the trip itself it is comfortable. But until you get to this car and wait for the train ....In general, we decided to go down into it as little as possible.
There is not much to say about the zoo. Moscow is better. I say this quite objectively and impartially. Although smelly as hell. There is no stink here to such an extent, but few were surprised. All other animals - bears, panthers, and tigers - prudently hid in cages and rested, according to the Spanish siesta.
And I also surprised the kangaroo up close. More precisely, his hands Why not a man? Directly macho ) If we talk about the torso ))
Therefore, apart from birds and goats of all stripes, we saw no one there.
Also, just before the exit, they found some kind of cars, especially for driving around the zoo. Considering that there were no people there on a weekday, during the siesta, I could well turn the steering wheel and pedal down, proudly declaring later on my native land - I drove in Spain! ! ! But we were already at the exit ://
The siesta (which, by the way, is no longer a joke) ends, and we seem to have plans for today, a trip to Sitges.
I'll go back a little, add what I missed about the hotel and the town.
The main wish for the hotel was - low population, silence, proximity to the sea and, accordingly, small size. Therefore, a hotel with the name Luna was chosen.
As expected, the hotel was relatively close to the sea. Walk to it for 10 minutes with a very calm, quiet step. The hotel, as expected, has about 35 rooms. Grandparents and an unobtrusive total number of their grandchildren, well, a few people a little older than ours. In general, this is quite satisfactory.
Relax is complete. It's cute and cozy on its own. At the reception, according to a certain schedule, a very friendly girl Oksana is on duty, who answered all our questions very willingly and in detail. The owner of the hotel, a pleasant, beautiful and spectacular woman of about sixty - Mercedes, probably without knowing it herself, adds national flavor both with her appearance and name.
Despite its three-star rating, towels and bed linen are changed daily. Even though we don't ask for it. Moreover, the beds are made so intricately that while you rip out this coverlet, and then also the sheet with which to hide, seven sweats will come down. Each time, returning to the room, the hopes are that now you are in the shower, and then how the not-cool underwear collapses on a grand scale ...and how you sleep for an hour, before a further jerk ....
come to naught when you come in and see a carefully made bed, with a hated cover that needs to be torn off again
The windows here are on skids from floor to ceiling. Yesterday I almost went out the window, my forehead stopped a couple of centimeters from the glass. Until you poke, you will not understand - open or closed ....Do Spaniards have some kind of phobia about windows or what? They dry them to complete transparency, and since the frames are almost everywhere from floor to ceiling, each time you need to carefully induce accommodation so as not to confuse.
I'm kidding, of course. Well done they!
Everyone is very responsive, friendly and, again, friendly. Surprised why we don’t go to breakfast (but in fact, we just didn’t really want to go to drink pure coffee, just for scrap), we were advised to order breakfast in the room by phone. This service is also included in the room price. And we lived in a bourgeois way.
For the first time they brought a full breakfast - with butter, cheeses, cold cuts, jamon, sweet muffins, croissants and two coffee pots of hot coffee ...And we, ungrateful, ate a croissant with butter, and everything else was not mastered. In the evening, Oksana from the reception scolded us for the fact that we "eat badly", and that the waitress "was offended directly" for this. I had to change the concept of breakfast, excluding everything superfluous, they asked to bring only coffee, croissants and cheese with butter, so as not to offend Spanish people. I have to say, the coffee is amazing! ! ! And although the breakfast is not particularly distinguished by sophistication, we have more than enough, and we are quite satisfied, especially since we have breakfast on a fairly spacious balcony overlooking the tops of pine trees. This naturalness and closeness to nature are overshadowed by two details - the presence of mosquitoes - of course, not like in the forest near Moscow, but, being pampered by the body to these God's creatures, I locked the fumigator from Moscow.
And some kind of duck-like bird that hoots every morning while sitting on a branch, right in front of our balcony. Maybe this is not her - ornithology is not known to me - but her "singing" is something between the hooting of an owl and the cuckoo of a cuckoo, every morning makes me wake up with only one thought: “Would it be a gun! "….
As for additions to the city: Castelldefels is beginning to open up before us. Slow, but true. Although, looking ahead, at the moment I can say that it is not the most charming town. Not the most. BUT! ! ! There is a big advantage that I did not appreciate and did not notice right away. In July, at the height of the season! ! ! there are few people on the beach. The beach is quite tolerable, and even more than. There are sun loungers, umbrellas and more ...There is even a small bar - a cafe. Sun bed 5 euros. To the beach, for comfort, there is a boardwalk on hot sand. The beach itself is very long, but as far as the eye could see, the number of people was, so to speak, comfortable.
By this time, I noticed that many travel from Barcelona and its regions to swim here. Thai girls come with their massage. Barely fought back.
It’s funny and wonderful (so to speak), it was to see all the time calmly defiling topless grandmothers ...To which a friend noticed: you were worried, then the top of the swimsuit doesn’t fit you, then the bottom ...There people don’t bother. Panties pulled on and forward ...
Maybe when I'm at their age, my tower will also be torn off to the same extent, but so far I'm not ready for this. Even visually.
But in general, speaking seriously, looking at how the old people are resting here, it was joyful for them, and sad for their own. It's sad, embarrassing and painful. By the way, when we were in the city, we noticed behind the wide glass windows of the institution how about twenty grandparents, in a fairly spacious room, sat and talked - someone played cards, someone played other board games, someone just talked ...in general, such a club for old people.
And this is probably great - people have somewhere and with whom to talk, they are not locked in their four walls and are not limited to benches in the entrance.
Of course they got burned. Despite the creams, sprays and stuff. Because they were on the beach from the beginning of the eleventh, until one in the afternoon.
At five o'clock we set out for Sitges. We ventured to find the station - on the second attempt - and try out the train. I really like asking the locals for directions, despite the fact that we ask questions in Russian, and they answer in Spanish, it turns out to be very fun and it’s not clear at all. So they searched for the station, portrayed the train with gestures and voice acting, such as “you-smoke-you-smoke”, then the word “train” or something came up from the depths of memory, which the Spaniards understood, and then things went faster, at the same time they learned a whole bunch of Spanish synonyms for the word "station", which, of course, immediately flew out of my head. But on the other hand, they show everything clearly and convincingly with their hands, with their energetic gestures.
Staring at the lingerie display, figuring out this and that what adapts to what, in fact, and in theory, not tricky attributes of men's underwear, after another couple of minutes, it dawned on us that we were in a gay store, and were there like two whites ( in every sense) crows Having already gone out into the street, they began to notice that there were few gender pairs. Percent 70, if not more. I remembered only now that I read somewhere that Sitges was chosen by gays, and this is their city. Well, in a way. Here people know how to choose, eh!
In general, we accepted this moment as one of the features of the town, which still seemed to us very cozy and nice. There, in Sitges, we bought some magnets, souvenirs, wandered a little more and went to Castelldefels. As soon as the foot stepped on the platform - the thought “we are at home ! ! ! ” gave strength to joyfully stomp to the nearest cafe to us.
The evening ended with a sitting on the balcony.
Under a glass of wine (oh ...tomorrow or the day after tomorrow there will be fasting days for sure! ), a cigarette and a sharing of impressions.
The summary of today's day - Castelldefels is beginning to be liked, and once again reminds of the simple and obvious folk wisdom - not all that glitters is gold. And, of course, for every minus there is a plus. And vice versa
Well, and Barcelona ...It's beautiful! But let him wait. Legs will move away, and we will meet again!
There are more and more problems with fasting days. In the lobby of the hotel, there are electronic scales for suitcases. I did not regret one euro, I weighed myself. Didn't lose weight. But she didn't get better. Therefore, in the evening, with the thought that I would be cruel in Moscow, I ate the forbidden - a quarter of a watermelon and a half of a melon, bought at a local store. The watermelons and melons here are just amazing. In stores, they are sold cut into halves, quarters, wrapped in film and lying in the refrigerator.
And also, in plastic, transparent containers, chopped fruits are sold. They come with a small plastic fork, you can buy and eat, walking right down the street. Everything is cultural. I remember from somewhere:
- I don't like watermelons.
- Uhi gets dirty ...
We didn't go to the beach. Burnt. Especially the girlfriend. It’s easier for me - I have naturally dark skin. Looking at her, I involuntarily recalled the stories of Cooper and Reed about the Redskins, read in childhood, if you lower the feathers and other paraphernalia, they probably looked exactly like that ...The similarity was also added by the fact that being white, she sunbathed all the time with glasses ....Well, it is clear that as soon as she took off her glasses, I, looking at her face, doubled over with laughter ...
So Barcelona.
Heat, 35 degrees ...On the Plaza Catalunya, where the parking lot of these buses is located, they were horrified to find a line, fifty people for the bus (and, regardless of the route), and thirty people at the box office to buy this ticket. The first thought was to turn around and leave, but looking at the patiently standing compatriots and foreigners, they stood at the end and began to wait along with everyone. The queue took an hour and a half. Of course, it didn’t even cross my mind to put on creams, and by the time we were able to get on the bus, albeit air-conditioned, we didn’t want anything anymore. But you have to. We were given one-time headphones and off we went.
The tour is arranged in such a way that you can get off at any stop during the day, see what you want, transfer to the next bus and go further. Which is what we did. I really wanted to see the aquarium. Looking at the pictures on the internet, I was impressed by the way it was made.
A kind of tunnel of 160 meters with transparent walls and a ceiling, as if inside this giant aquarium. According to the brochure, four and a half million (!!! ) liters of water surrounded this tunnel.
A semi-dark room, somewhere inside the backlight aquarium, and the inhabitants of the seas and oceans swim above and around. Starting from huge sharks and moray eels, ending with other marine fauna. From time to time, in different languages, over the speakerphone they said that it was forbidden to take pictures with a flash, as it unnerved the fish. The verb “unnerving” seemed strange, but looking “into the faces” of all these predators, and considering how many people wanted to spit on this request and clicked flashlights like at a press conference, it became uncomfortable ....
At some point, in a dense crowd, standing on a moving path that moved in the mysterious twilight along this tunnel, with the uninterrupted clicking of camera flashes, and looking at a restrainedly humble shark swimming a meter away from me, met her gaze, and did not it seemed to the place - if something happened to these walls, there would be something to feast on all of them, so deceptively peacefully and safely, floating behind thick glass ...
A strange feeling ...It seems interesting, but somehow ...creepy or something ...
We are back on the street. Looking for a tourist bus stop. It's hot again. Again, I want to spit on everything and go home, but I feel sorry for the 25 euros given for a ticket for each, and we continue our striving for beauty.
The tour is over two hours long. Basically it was interesting. But they couldn’t go up to the second floor - they were burned, and the bus was without a roof, but at the bottom they died from a working air conditioner.
In general, we completed this impulse to knowledge a stop earlier and just went on foot along some street. Wandered. When at ten o'clock in the evening we reached the bus stop for Costelldefels, we simply could not feel our legs.
We were in the room around 11 am. On my feet all day ...I didn’t even have the strength to communicate. Silently sat on the balcony and sipped local dry wine. Kaif…
Barcelona beckoned.
Bus, all the same area of Catalunya.
This time we decided to just go where our eyes look. It's hot again. We wanted to go to the Battle House, but looking at the kilometer-long queue, we postponed the visit inside until the next time. There was a map, but in order to use it, it was necessary at least to understand where we are at the moment, but this did not work.
When the forces were gone, they asked the couple for directions in the park. They turned out to be deaf. But, apparently, they were happy to talk. It would be hard to imagine a more stupid situation.
They are in their deaf-nemo-Spanish, we are in Russian and broken English ...But we were able to explain ourselves
By the time we got to the right street, the desire to walk along it abruptly faded. After walking for a couple more hours, we ended up in the old city. We went to some shop where the Indians were selling T-shirts with local symbols. While choosing T-shirts, the Hindu with whom I bargained, looking at me, smiling, said: "Yu beautyful. " I broke into a smile ...After all, he's lying, rogue, but it's nice! ! ! Then, glancing sideways at a friend standing next to me, pointing his finger at me, he added in broken Russian: “My mother looks like ... ”
Oh you, Lord! Yes, what is it! ! !
Somehow we got to a stop. Evening again. I would fall, stretch my legs ...But for some reason, buses in Spain rarely run, once every half an hour somewhere. At the bus stop lined up for the same tired Spaniards.
After some time, a group of noisy Germans approached, about ten young people, and with them either their eldest, or a teacher ...for some reason, to myself, I christened her “water rowing coach” ...Without paying attention to anyone, we stood in front everyone. Two elderly Spanish women pulled them up, saying that there was a line. I stood nearby. The rower turned to me, and scornfully and irritably asked: they say, what do they want? I was also indignant, because I was also tired, I was also hot and my legs were buzzing too ...While I was choosing words, mixing with English, a friend who, by the nature of her professional activity, wrote and writes a lot about the war, understanding the course of my thoughts and confusion, summarized: tell them - first Spain, then Russia, and the Germans after all ...
It was difficult, so without any hesitation, I said: “ze and ave zea, ” and waved my hand somewhere at the end of the block ...The rower went to the end of the line, defiantly stamped on the spot, looked at me and mockingly asked: “OK? ". For some reason, I felt embarrassed, and I simply answered “Yyyyesss”.
Two elderly Spaniards and an old man who joined them looked at me with some kind of solidarity and a victorious feeling “Españ a y Rusia son amigos”
Eh, history, history, your roots are strong ...
Today is cloudy. Partly cloudy. Sunday.
From Barcelona, we decided to take a break and dedicate the day to the beach.
I can’t get used to the fact that every fifth topless…. Directly with children, it doesn’t matter if they are children or grandchildren ...They will hang them like in Africa and don’t worry about anything ...Children, regardless of age, do not pay attention to this fact at all, but for some reason I feel embarrassed. What is the mentality?
The sea was a bit rough today. But it was still kind of sweet.
But a warning. I rocked on the waves and thought about how everything is relative. Here it is, a peaceful, slightly cheering sea, and here, a wave is coming, making it clear with its solidity - I can be different - crushing, destructive, look at what strength I have, and you are just a sliver in it, nobody, a grain of sand ...And this very the wave easily and playfully, as if playing with muscles, threw my body back to the shore, even if I tried to resist ...But the sea is still beautiful. It's alive. With its own character and temper. You learn a lot, you think about a lot ...
I tried paella this afternoon. No way. The paella was of the seafood type - two shrimp and a crayfish. Can't eat crabs. Therefore, after digging into the shrimp, having finished with her hands and T-shirt, she picked up the rice and only ate it. In general, "our" plov is better. Even if it's just fruity.
For some reason, with fish dishes, some strained here. The choice is not great. Only if in cafes with Indians.
But after they gave me a dubious compliment, I won’t go to the Indians in a cafe
But having nothing to do, we walked in the other direction from the hotel, where we had not yet been. The town is much prettier there. I'll have to go and take pictures of beautiful houses.
More and more I see spaniels, which are almost non-existent in Moscow. The heart is melting. And Spain likes more and more.
It’s a pity that vacation time is flying fast, it’s already the second half of the vacation, and you, as usual, are just starting to get a taste of it ...
"Nothing lasts as long as memories. "
(it seems)
I am writing about the events of the rest of the days many days later, and already in Moscow, because they were saturated nowhere higher ...It is clear that the sharpness of emotions is not the same, but I want to finish the job, even if in a crumpled version.
Problems burst into our vacation in the form of a bank card that suddenly stopped working, a valiant savings bank.
And since there were a lot of joint expenses, and it was decided not to bother with accounting calculations, such as who to whom and for what; we decided first, for these purposes, to spend money from my card, then from a friend's card. There were still three days left and 20 euros in my pocket.
A couple of times we managed to pay in some store and cafe, but then not a single ATM could read our card data. Without thinking, we began to poke it into all the ATMs that came across on the way, in the hope that the problem was in the operator, and so we had fun until one of them simply swallowed it, not wanting to return it. It's good that this ATM turned out to be embedded in a common wall with a bank, and, as we guessed, belonged to this particular bank. The time is 6 pm. However, this is Spain! ! ! That is why the banks were already closed. We called my son in Moscow with a request to block the card. It turned out that this is quite easy to do.
The son called back, said that the card was blocked, and dictated a number by which it could be unblocked. As he was assured, the call is free and all problems will be solved quickly.
It is clear that in the morning of the next day, it was necessary to rush to this stupid bank. However, it was necessary to somehow explain the essence of the problem to the Spanish-speaking bank employee. Good thing I had a computer with me. The Internet in the room was barely working, so having thrown off the typed Russian text on the USB flash drive, I rushed down, where I translated the text via google, and printed out a leaflet on a nearby printer. That's what I put under the nose of a bank employee. A minute later, the treasured card was in our hands. The matter remains for small - to unblock the account ....
Let me mock at the work of the great poet: Sberbank! ! ! How much has merged in this sound for the Russian heart! ! ! And how much he responded !!! ! .....
Details are important.
FROM SPAIN, at the indicated phone number, we called to unblock the card (sitting right there, in a Spanish bank). After listening to the advertisement for about three minutes, we explained to the melodious female subscriber the whole story that had happened to us. They asked for a security question, a name, a report, a residence permit, etc. After that, we heard that now you will be connected to a specialist.
Awesome! ! ! Why are you asking these questions, you ask? ?
Two minutes of advertising + “Now all operators are busy, you have to wait three minutes, they will connect with you”, then a very useful sounding music, then two minutes, then music, then one ....Finally! ! ! Specialist! ! ! After listening to the whole story, the same questions followed, then again - wait. We waited. Well, the phone is free. Again they asked for a name, patronymic, residence permit ...and in the final - name the data of the Russian passport! Oppa! ! ! So he's in Russia!
A topic for reflection - does anyone take a Russian passport with them while abroad?
…. We will dictate your passport details! But no - we need a Russian one! Logical, isn't it?
I remembered that, just in case, I scanned both passports, both mine and my friends. But it's all on a flash drive, and she's in a hotel. Well, let's go to the hotel. While returning back, it dawned on me that there are still some Russian rubles, and for sure, in Spain there is an exchanger where they are taken.
We've arrived. We call the bank. And everything is the same there - advertising, someone asks the same questions with interest, waiting, specialist, waiting, another specialist ...Uffff, unlocked! As we were then told. The reason, by the way, why the card did not work, no one could name. We rush to the ATM - the card is not readable. Another call to the bank. All the same scheme. They say try tomorrow - everything should work.
The next morning, they found an ATM, joint with the bank - the result is still the same. This fun can be described for another three sheets, and that's it, like running in a circle. No one can explain what is happening with the card, summarizing it by saying that they say, come to Moscow, we will figure it out, maybe the card will work in Russia. It's great, right?
Found an exchange. Changed at the draconian rate of rubles. And they were about to leave when I cautiously suggested - let's try to shoot here, what if? ? ? And, oh miracle! ! ! Happened! They took it all down! But there was still a day and a half left.
Looking ahead, I’ll say that, since they called from my corporate phone, these conversations with the bank were deducted from me later, and these free calls cost 6.000 rubles.
They got up early, arrived late, and simply fell from fatigue - neither to the computer, nor to letters, nor to creativity.
The next fun awaited in his native Domodedovo, when at 4-30 in the morning, after a completely sleepless flight (oh, I wholeheartedly do not recommend flying with IBERIA), it turned out that all the passengers flying on our flight had lost half of their luggage! ! ! And this is considering the fact that the flight was direct, not transit! ! !
After standing in a three-hour queue for paperwork on this occasion, they explained to us that, since planes fly from Spain with a lot of luggage, somewhere, sometime, half of this luggage did not fit in one of them, and some smart guy, decided to send it on the next flight. But the passengers on the next flight also had a lot of luggage…. In general, when this chain reaction began, no one knows, as well as the fact that no one could answer the question - and when he will be brought here! ! ! Well, okay, we are going to Moscow, and half of the cabin had transit tickets ...Only flip flops and handbags on our feet ...
The whole next day (Saturday) I called the port, where they told me - call me back in an hour - two hours ...On Sunday, at two o'clock in the afternoon they called back - the luggage was found. Two hours drive to Domodedovo, two hours there (documentation), three - back ...At ten in the evening I'm at home. Vacation ended great!
Now, when emotions have cooled down, summing up the degree of “liked it - didn’t like it”, I can probably say more yes than no. On the one hand, all the events are for the fact that Spain is not the country where I would like to return again and again, but on the other hand, you understand that Spain is not only Castelldefels and problems with the map and port ...
In general, somehow, I will return there and already wiser by experience