old bits

Whilst the initial getting-off-the-train-a-stop-too-far was a little bit to do with me I had nothing to do with the subsequent looping traipsing to find the hotel. I was merely thankful that we were not in Vegas, which was the original crackpot plan hatched a couple of years back. A few meet-ups ago we were inexplicably diverted from somewhere nice and potentially cold and scenic like Prague to Malaga, though it turned out to be just barely tolerable in the shade (though in sunlight in the white-concrete surroundings between the airport and train station it was slightly burny-feeling, even under a hat) and had almost cooled down a bit by the time we got back after getting to the hotel, going back out for a tapas tour, wandering around a bit, having to put up with finding a rooftop bar then trundling back again.

There was a little (expected) "but I want you to stay here" when we left the wingpiglets with my parents in the morning which had apparently entirely dissipated by the time we were at the bottom of the street. Roaming was playing stupids but I managed to get a night-night message back via a combination of Wi-Fi and forcibly assigning a network manually.