I am a
little late in writing this, sorry. We went to Spain in October and it is now
February.
So there we
were, sat on the beach, and what a nice beach it was too, I was reading my
Kindle, and I look up and there are two naked people walking past on their way
to the sea. What is wrong with this? I hear you ask. Nothing, apart from the
fact that, being English, I am more used to seeing naked people looking like
their birthday suit needs a good iron or it has been overstuffed. These 2 were
quite good looking, not that I really noticed, or was looking…
I think
that the gentleman was affected by the coldness of the sea… Anyway, I went back
to reading my book, lets face it, I was recovering from a quintuple bypass.
There is
nothing quite as good as blue sky and sunshine to help a recovery from major
surgery, or anything, come to think of it. We had retired to the Costas for a
week and it proved to be worth it. October ½ term and the weather at Platja D’Aro
was mid 20’s, blue sky, hardly any people. We stood on a beach on the first day
and were the only ones there. Paradise.
It’s also
strange what you can learn about a place if you put your mind to it. There are
paddy fields in Spain. They grow rice, who’d have thought it?
We were in
a good hotel, quite multinational but mainly Germans. They have weird things
for breakfast. I saw people collect just
a plate of eggs, I get that, but then there was the guy who collected a massive
plate load of cake and a bowl of milk and proceeded to dunk the cake in the
milk, weird but each to their own, or chacun à son
gout as the Europeans might say, not that we are European any more but that is
another story and not from me.
Spain is a beautiful place but,
seriously, who paints a building this colour and puts orange blinds on it??
And then you get views like this:
Do you see why myself and Mrs Giant68 picked
this place for the mental recovery from surgery? We both needed it.
Regards
Giant68 😉
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