Today was the first day we decided to have breakfast in the hotel. We had deliberately not booked with breakfast because we thought at €15.50 each it was a bit too much for a continental, buffet breakfast. However, we made an exception because we felt it was going to be a long day. It was a nice enough breakfast. John had cold meats and cheese with toast, fruit and yogurt. I had a slice of toast with half an avocado, smoked salmon and the yolk of a cold fried egg and some yogurt…it was scrummy and if I am honest it is my perfect breakfast….maybe I’ll start having it at home but without the egg.
After breakfast we went back to the room, showered and packed. Jak rang and gave me the instructions as to how to get to his..left, right, left and hey presto we were there.
We said goodbye to the boys and then Jak and Nichola drove in front of us to Alicante. It was a scenic route through orange, lemon and lime groves with mountainous backdrops.



We parked my hire car in a big free carpark outside a gym Jak sometimes trains in. Then we all went to the promenade in Jaks car. He seemed to know his way around and parked very centrally in an underground carpark. We walked along past the fabulous marina….some of the yatchs were palatial…..even a euro lottery win wouldn’t have purchased them….

We said “no thank you” to the person taking and printing pictures along the promenade, but he gave it to Jak any way

We then headed for the castle…

Jak and Nichola had walked up before but today we were going to take the lift. We walked up a few hundred steps (or at least it felt like it) looking for the lift. This took us through some quaint and quirky little streets. It soon became obvious the lift wasn’t about to appear and Jak and Nichola ascertained it went from the beach…..so we walked back down a different way …again very pretty.

We eventually found the lift on the beach road, down a long tunnel….

Because we are old we didn’t have to pay and it was a couple of €’s each for the youngsters. The lift took us to the top…

It was well worth the effort as the views were tremendous.









John, Jak and Nichola climbed up a little higher for even more views…but my little legs were tired and I knew we still had a lot of walking at the airports to do, so I sat in the shade and enjoyed the view from where I was.


After taking the lift back down we meandered along the promenade. The beach was busy with sunbathers and the “ looky-looky men were out in force.
We stopped at a restaurant on the promenade and all had chicken and salad. The day seemed to fly past and before we knew it Jak was taking us back to pick up our car. He very kindly drove in front of us to a petrol station near the airport. We struggled to open the filler cap ….lets face it the car was a wreck…but eventually put €38 of petrol in….obviously it hadn’t been completely full when we collected it as we had only driven from the airport to the hotel and back again! Jak and Nichola escorted us to the turning where we had to go to return the car…..our very grateful thanks to both of them for taking the stress out of finding where to go.
We returned the car in minutes, and quickly went through the departures protocol and procedures.
I do wonder why people pay for priority boarding…with Ryan Airways this consists of being the first through to get on the bus which takes you to the plane…but these means you’re the last off the bus and consequently the last on the plane…certainly not priority “boarding”….note to self – never pay for priority boarding🤣
The plane was full and the rather fat, grumpy man who sat next to me had a nasty cough, so let’s hope he kept it too himself….note to self- remember to take neck pillow with you as a germ barrier🤣and for greater comfort on budget airlines.
Arriving in Luton airport we made our way to immigration. The queues were unreal…it was totally jammed. I held on to a railing for support as I was pretty tired. A security guard asked if I was exhausted which I nodded to…he then very kindly escorted John and me through the ‘assisted’ lane and within 2 minutes we had cleared immigration….what a very kind man. …..I now know I am officially old, my legs were a bit wobbly and when I asked John if I looked awful he said ‘yes’🤣🤣…just a bit pale from tiredness. We soon bought tickets for the dart and train to Bedford. On reaching Bedford even John didn’t object to me spending £10 on a taxi from the station to home- a 5 minute walk!!! We finally made it into bed at 1.20 am…..exhausted but very, very happy.
A very big thank you to Jak and Nichola for a superb weekend, for all the lovely food, for their massive effort, for sharing their new life with us and most of all for their love.🥰
























































































































