Murcia

Heading southwest we travelled through a moon landscape that emerged as we headed into Murcia. Looking around us we noticed Brits that presumably look miserable in the UK looking equally miserable in the sun. They could do with reading Alain de Bottain’s The Art of Travel. You act upon your dream but unfortunately ‘take yourself with you’.

Murcia old town is quaint, low rise and old. The locals were friendly and we wandered into the Cathedral on Sunday evening during service. A fair amount of fire and brimstone was being delivered judging the tone and volume of delivery from the priest. The noticeable thing about the congregation was the range of age just like at the Mestalla. The Cathedral seemed particularly opulent, grand and impressive. Wandering further on through the pretty streets we were reminded of Lloyds of London with the plumbing on the outside. The Murcian equivalent has the furniture on the outside.

We also haven’t noticed a single drunk on our trip so far, although plenty of alcohol appears to be consumed by all. Think we’ll join them, Hasta Luego.