We’re back. Slightly tanned and a bit fatter, but also a bit fitter than when we went. Lots of walking and swimming and resting and reading.
We had uneventful flights there and back, so I managed to be generally unscared but still not really enjoying it very much. Can some one let me into the secret of enjoying flying, please.
We had some near misses with Cal’s swimming trunks, when we discovered the elastic had gone in them as he came out of the sea. It wasn’t the sort of beach where people would have ignored that. He now has a nice pair of Lanzarotean ones which required all of us to decide to get the best mix of pleasant, baggy or fitted and non-embarrassing ones.
We discovered sea snake is nicer than limpets. Goat is nicer stewed than grilled. And Lanzarotean dessert wine wins over the honey rum – just.
We may be extras in the background of a bar scene of a TV programme which involved nuns running into the sea and then turning into small devils in the bar.Or maybe the nuns and small devils were different characters. The only dialogue appeared to be ‘Fiesta’. The nun/beach scene didn’t coincide with the Cal swimming trunk episode, thankfully, otherwise we’d have been more than extras.
Sylvie chose a brilliant holiday – just the right mix of weather, completely different place, relaxing and things to do. It is nice to be back home though.