We’re back in our favourite place and the weather has been glorious – up until around 3:30 anyway.
We had a couple of drinks last night in a place called the Tragamar which overlooks Canadell beach. We were quite pleased with ourselves as we’ve never managed to get a seat there before; it’s always full or just closing. A very loud English lady appeared and muscled in on a party of Spanish girls who sounded like they’d been drinking all afternoon. She started off with a bit of Spanish, then wasted no time in telling them that she was from Henley on Thames and she spoke what we call the Queen’s English. 🙄 She then waxed lyrical for half an hour about the royal family, whilst the girls filtered away to the toilets two by two. We were doubled up laughing and tried not to speak in case she homed in on us. I haven’t heard a more pompous person in years!
We moved on to Calau – just the best tapas restaurant ever. We absolutely love it, along with the rest of Catalunya it seems. First in the queue, in at 7:30pm when the doors opened. When we left around 9:30pm there was still a mile long queue outside!
This morning, we walked off last night’s excess by following the coastal path to El Golfet beach. Always looks like some kind of paradise to me as you approach it. Sat on the beach in the ‘wrong clothes Grommit’ – suddenly far too warm for jeans!
photos to follow…
Tried again in the afternoon, this time on the nearest beach. Shorts and swimwear. Of course, an hour later, it was freezing!
Back at base this evening, Guy has just been for what he calls ‘a luxury shower’ as he doesn’t bang his elbows. Well, he only went and dropped the soap, which duly skidded into next doors cubicle. Thinking there was no one else around he went next door to get it, not realising the open door to outside was directly opposite. 🙄
“Oh yes they call him the streak..
the fastest thing upon two feet…”
No doubt we’ll be expelled tomorrow!
