So redevelopment work is going on in the complex. This means that the main pool is closed as they finish resurfacing, and the pool bar is also closed. This was not unexpected. We had been warned this would be the case and offered alternative accommodation. Our bungalow, however, is well away from this central area of disturbance so we decided not to let it interfere.
It looked brighter on the west side of the Island so we drove about 15 minutes from the complex and parked up. Heading down to Playa Fanabe we joined the Geranium Walk (a 14km paved promenade) and headed north. The tide was out, and the sea calm, the promenade was busy with people making the most of the day (given that it wasn't ideal for the beach). As we walked several things became clear.
- there are a lot of foreigners about - who'd have thought it.
- there are a lot of Northerners about
- most of the Northerners seemed really miserable, not a smile on their faces, every conversation you overheard was grumpy and moaning (and every one of them was smoking).
We stopped at La Caleta for lunch overlooking the little harbour. After ordering the young Spanish girl sent her colleague over "Guten dag" she started... and The Gorse Fox looked vague. "Deutsch?" she hesitated. GF explaine that was not the case, and the girl switched effortlessly to English and explained that her colleague thought we were German!
We strolled back to the car and stopped at the supermarket on the way back for some food that would see us through the evening (watching the football). The afternoon was spent reading in the garden and listening to traditional Spanish music (Deep Purple) on the MP3 player.
Having just watched the football and enjoyed a nice bit of Brazillian steak, the GF is delighted that he bought several bottles of wine (which may help him forget the football).
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