Back from five lovely days in Spain
What a lovely break. I approached it somewhat tentatively, because my last beach holiday was not very relaxing (big group of people, lots of partying, living mainly during the night - nothing I couldn't do in London). But I kept an open mind and went with the flow.
The flow consisted of a perfect mix of men and women, gay and straight, well and little known. One could do what one wanted, and what one wanted was do stuff together most of the time.
On my first night I went for an evening power nap and woke up the next morning.
On my second night I went for an evening power nap again and woke up the next morning again.
On my third night I went for an afternoon nap so I could go out later, and it worked.
On my fourth night we went to El Xalet in Barcelona, a restaurant with breathtaking views (and good food too, but if you ask me anything that costs more than a tenner and shows too much plate is a rip-off).
And on the fifth night we flew home, totally relaxed and with the most subtle glow that managed to filter through my SPF 50 sunblock and the shade from the parasol that I only left for twenty minutes on the last day, so as not to go back as pale as I left.
Have I mentioned that I slept 25 hours in two days? Just as well, as this is the week from hell at work. Looking forward to the weekend already.
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