We arrived in the dark at Oviedo Railway Station and wandered through a dull new town looking for somewhere to stay. A bit of a dump, we agreed. In the morning we left the hotel after b’fast, happy to be on our way and found ourselves in a lively old town parallel to the dull new town of the night before.
Years ago I went to Barcelona with no Spanish, no preconceived ideas, no guide book and the Barcelona I found bore no relation to the Rough Guide’s Barcelona which I read (wrong order of doing things) on my return to Scotland. Not that the Barcelona I found was all that wonderful – no Gaudi cathedral, no Art Galleries and I got my pocket picked – but it was my Barcelona and I felt part of it.
I still like the idea of not knowing what to expect but willing to discover for myself the night and day of wherever I find myself .