Fije los Controles para el Corazón del Sol (part 5)

We headed out again Saturday night, this time on a hunt for the marina where Jo and Jase were docked with their boat Reverie (the second Reverie for those who have followed their travels over the past 3 years). Jo had given us very detailed instructions which required a fair amount of walking, something our already sore feet didn't much appreciate. After crossing a huge open arena which looked as though it may have been used in some kind of Olympic event, and walking over a suspended footbridge, praying we were headed in the right direction, we finally arrived at Port Forum to a very warm welcome.

Drinks and nibbles on the boat followed, and we were regaled with entertaining tales of the sea, mainly focussed on the owners and crew of the very very large boats docked right alongside Reverie. (In case you were wondering, Reverie is the boat in the middle - bigger than the dinghy in the front but definitely smaller than that floating city at the back!)

Another great dinner of tapas near their mooring (including the best sausages Bec had ever tasted!), and we had to say a 'motional goodbye to Jo and Jase - but we've hatched a plan to meet up with them again later this year!

The following morning we had an easy cruise back up the coast to Girona Airport. We figured we'd get going pretty early and grab some breakfast on the way up. Unfortunately, we hit the same spanish breakfast issue that we had the day before. Nothing was open - not even McDonald's! Struggling up the coast from town to town, we finally found somewhere that was able to serve us some toasted sandwiches - which were actually really nice.

We rolled into the airport a little frustrated, but our tempers were about to get a whole lot more frayed... First we were told in a not so nice tone that our bag was overweight by about 10kg. Apparently we'd missed the small print on the e-ticket which said Girona's weight limit is just 15kg, despite the fact that Stansted had happily let us through to Girona with our 25kg suitcase. Anthony argued the point but Mr Nasty Check-in Guy was not having any of it.

It took 2 more retries (moving stuff from suitcase to increasingly-stuffed hand luggage) to get it down to correct weight - and we mean correct weight. We got rejected at 16.2kg! Finally we were through and settled down to wait, and wait, and wait for the flight home. But there was one more scare before we could board - Mr Nasty Check-in Guy had taken up a position checking passports and boarding passes at the gate! Would he decide to turn us back for having overstuffed carry-on bags? Anth discreetly changed queues so he wouldn't be facing his nemesis. But there was no unpleasantness, and we were on our way home.

All in all, a very fun weekend away!