Spain was Spain
Peggy enquired how we got on in Spain last week and I guess I should mention it.
Thing is it’s not really a holiday as such. It’s more a sojourn, or retreat, or… some other words that has the connotation of going somewhere warm and doing sweet fuck all.
On holiday I like to do things, visit places, learn about the area, sample the cuisine, the nightlife, the culture etc etc. But when we go to Spain we are there to visit my father-in-law and so we fall into his routine. We’ve seen the surrounding area and he’s not big on doing tourist stuff anyway… so our days were pretty straightforward:
- Wake up around 9am, sometimes later, sometimes earlier.
- Breakfast, coffee, then up onto the roof terrace for some sun.
- Midday, lunch. Usually in the flat, sometimes out for tapas.
- Either back to the roof terrace or out to the local shop for supplies.
- 4pm, pub for a couple of hours. A couple of beers and a coffee or two (Dos cafe con leche, por favor)
- Home for dinner.
- Siesta at 7pm.
- Back to pub at 8pm
- Home around midnight for a nightcap and bed.
We did venture up into the mountains one day, and had dinner out a couple of nights but that is largely our schedule for the week.
Peter, my father-in-law, like other ex-pats in the area, tend to develop such a routine. We see the same people come and go in the pub(s, he visits more than one) whilst we are there, and if someone doesn’t appear on time a phone call is made to check up. It’s a very tight knit community out there, and it makes it much easier on Louise to know that her Dad is taken care of… not that he needs it of course, but his little girl does worry about him sometimes.
It’s good though. To get a proper break, complete relaxation. Typically I turn off my phone, remove my watch and spend the entire time drifting about between meals, snoozes and drinks. Fab.