By about 11am, we had all eventually ended up on the balcony and had a bit of fresh bread that Mr B had hunted and gathered before the rest of us surfaced. The bread was garnished with some sandwich meats bought last night in the Supermarket and topped off with a Nespresso or two on my part.
The cicadas were already busy making their music, and there’s been a light breeze that just makes the 30°C heat that little bit more acceptable.
The combination of a long day, a lack of sleep over previous nights and a fair few beers yesterday combined to make me somewhat sluggish but eventually Jane, Mrs B and I spiralled down the stairs to the garage, with Mrs B accidentally playing knock & run on one apartment as she pressed their doorbell rather than the stairwell light switch.
From the garage it’s a short flight of steps back up to the pool area which has a nice layout to it and a ‘grownups only’ vibe. Lots of “do not” signs with a big reminder to ‘observe the siesta rules between 2pm & 5pm. It’s makes for a very relaxing swim and sunbathing session!
I’ve changed so much over the last few years with regard to sunbathing. I used to hate it, and rarely sat in the sun for any length of time. Nowadays I do 2h stretches interspersed with a dip to cool off, and I don’t read books or listen to music either. I just relax and think about nice things.
Jane, Mrs B & I soaked up the sun, whilst Mr B took himself off and had a little walk, and probably a cerveza grande or two. I’d be shocked if he didn’t!
It wasn’t difficult to relax by the pool, especially when the fella in the far corner sparked up a big doobie and the (imho unpleasant, and) Manchester-ubiquitous smell of weed wafted across the pool area.
After a while Mr B joined us at the pool, kindly following his instructions and bringing us cold beers. Pool-dipped, sun-dried & beer-supped, we packed up, went back the the apartment and readied ourselves (over a period of a few hours) for the evening to come. Mrs B put on a spread of snacky things.
And what an evening I had! But more of that shortly.
We meandered down to the big Square & grabbed a table at the restaurant we ate at last night, but this time just had a couple of beers. Well, Jane had a Sangria. And then another. And then an antihistamine.
I remained sociable and watched the Palermo v Manchester City game on my phone, before it was time to pay up and head to tonight’s pre-booked table around the corner at Le Caprice de Koco.
It’s known for its fusion approach to tapas. So we decided to order one of nearly all of the menu and two of some of the more interesting ones! We also realised we needed provisions for later, so Mr B and I snook off to the supermarket for more meats, beer and wine.
Back, and after a wait, drinks were served. Mine a beer (shocker), but the others went ‘cocktail’, with Jane having Sex On The Beach, which is her preference. I don’t like sand, personally.
So, having consumed a fair amount of liquids, I made my excuses and nipped to the loo. Tiny toilet, pocket door. To stand and urinate meant hanging ones arse over the sink. I was also wearing light grey shorts so decided to sit & preserve dignity & cleanliness.
Part way through venting bladder, the hinge bolt on the toilet seat snapped and fell to the floor. As I almost did when part of my scrotum got trapped between the seat and the porcelain. Thankfully, it didn’t draw blood but was a good ‘nip’.
I returned to the table and, after being asked if I was ok a few times I explained the above. Which is why, after being threatened with the story being outed, I have included it. I apologise to anyone who suffered a trauma that was worse than the trauma my scrotum suffered. Call 0800 816 81775 if so.
Thankfully a midge bite on my ankle distracted me and food then arrived (after a fair wait). The food was bloody fantastic. So fantastic and served so late in the evening that it was devoured before any thought of taking photos.
There’s a photo of the menu instead. So just imagine it & come here and try it, if you can.
We paid the very reasonable bill and coaxed the slightly sozzled Jane home via a rickety lift to save walking up a load of steps. Across a small local Square, I realised I was ahead of everyone so sat on a park bench and supped a tinny because I’m classy.
The evening concluded on the balcony, forced to listen to a concert at the amphitheater that seemed to be a mix of bagpipes, sitar and clapping.
But at least the lizard enjoyed it! Let’s see what tomorrow brings, as it will definitely not be the same as today!
Night folks! It’s now 01:17 so I’m late to bed & it’s my turn to get the bread shortly!