Valencia to Vienna March 16th, 2023 - Day 1 of Vienna
I had left plenty of time when leaving Xabia to get to Valencia, because I planned to do a bit of sightseeing in Valencia, but the car gods thought otherwise.
About an hour into the trip, I got a warning light that the tire pressure was low. I pulled over and did what I once did many years before - kept putting air in until the tire didn't look flat. If you ever have a similar problem, please do not do this. You might blow the tire.
The warning light didn't go off, so I pulled up at a Neumaticos, which I figured might mean tire and it was a tire repair shop. I asked the mechanic if he knew English and he didn't so I explained the problem was best as I could in Spanish. He checked the tire and gasped because the pressure was 4. Normal should be 2.4. This is in BARs or Kilo Pascals. 4 is equal to 58 PSI which even I know is very high. 2.4 is about 35 PSI. He let out the air until it was the same as the other tires and said it was fine now. I gave him 2 Euros because he wasn't going to charge me anything. I wish I would have taken pictures, but I was pretty much panicking because I had a flight to catch and taking pics is never the first thing on my mind.
The light still didn't go out, so I just drove straight to the airport in Valencia and dropped the car off. I explained about the light and they said it had to be separately reset. Yeah, Skoda is a piece of shit car.
One of the surprises was that even though I had booked Ryan Air, I was actually put in a Lauda Air aircraft. Another surprise was that my seat was moved to the emergency exit, which was funny given my arm injury. I figured in a pinch I could open it with my left hand which actually would have been smarter anyway (the door was on my right).
On the flight, I got to see some Alps but couldn't really tell if they were the French, Italian, or Austrian ones.
I got to Vienna at 6:30 PM or so and Peter picked me up at the Vienna Airport. I didn't get any pics that day, but I will include one below of Peter looking like Churchill - he just needed the cigar!
My German is rusty, but after some practice and prompting from words from Peter (my BFF since high school), I started getting back into the English/German lingo used here by the non-Austria foreign community. There are many people that live in Vienna (by CHOICE!) that keep their nationality. I lived here for 11 years.