On Christmas Day in Spain we had pretty conservative aspirations. The plan was to drive from Granada to València and not starve to death along the way due to a lack of open restaurants.
Christmas was a perfect time to knock out some driving since not much would be open.
We were barely out of Granada when our car was besieged by a flood of fluff and baaahs.
We stopped for gas and there was a McDonald's Restaurante next door. It was open! Hurrahs all around.
I don't know what the heck that smaller gas cap was for.
I made the best of my embarrassing "fat American eating at a McDonald's in Europe" situation and ordered some things off of the Christmas menu.
Camembert Crujientes, or camembert crispy nuggets with a fruity dipping sauce, gave me that feeling of a truck driver wearing a top hat.
For dessert I went for the El Almendro brand McFlurry Turrón. Turrón is a nougat dessert traditionally eaten in Spain around Christmastime so I thought it was fitting.
Rather than a crappy ball-pit play place this joint had a really cool mini-basketball court.
Lydia's lucky there wasn't a ball around or she would've gotten dunked on.
We had a little Christmas feast at the hotel in València.
I got some persimmons for Lydia to try. I've had a few in my Japan days that were kind of cinnamony but this must have been a Spanish variety because they were completely different in taste and texture. Not bad.
When I was done learning how to smile I wanted to show it to the people of València. Surprisingly there seemed to be a good number of bars and restaurants open contrary to our assumption.
Lydia shared her pictures with me so I could add some of them to the blog. There seem to be a few of treats that I don't recall her eating and I don't recall being offered to share. Very suspicious indeed.