Yesterday was just another amazing day on holiday here in Gran Canaria😀😀😀
Done loads of exercise through swimming and walking, albeit I seem to have some kind of lurgy cold thing. The fact that during the course of this week other people around the resort seem to have joined me in the coughing cacophony is merely a coincidence. 😱
But I do feel terrible that I have passed my lurgy onto my friend. Am pretty sure that when we agreed to go on holiday together, that he didn’t think he would be sharing with someone who coughs and sneezes all the time, and basically carries multiple packs of tissues with her as her number 1 emergency supplies over cash, phone and sunscreen! Oh well... we have had fun through the sniffles and coughing regardless. Turns out actually sun and alcohol seems to both relax and soothe the throat 😀😀😀.
Yesterday was a late breakfast followed by lazing by the pool. It’s actually funny to watch (and listen) to everyone around the pool. Don’t get me wrong, I am by no means a pervert, voyeur or anything bad. But I am good at observation and picking up subtle nuances. I also occasionally have bat like hearing. And for the rest... well my imagination fills in the gaps 😜.
Anyway, I write this on our last full day here, trying to match out my barber-pole coloured legs. I fell asleep in the sun yesterday, and for first time actually got a little too burnished in the sun.
Whilst this is never clever, I am perversely pleased as normally my skin tone is an off-blue, ingrained Scottish look. And I normally cover up everything with huge shirts, long trousers, floppy hats and oversized sunglasses. But no more. This time covered in P20 all day active coverage, I am poolside in an açtual bikini, proud of where I have got to since having cancer.
I still cover up my head, as my baby hair is still fine and delicate, but as for the rest... well, I now don’t care what my body looks like or indeed what anyone else thinks of my body. It’s quite liberating! My biggest fear this week was a bikini disaster if I went down the slide at the pool 🤔😜😂.
(And no that hasn’t happened, yet lol)
But back to yesterday. A group of 3 guys sat beside us and started talking about viagra, prostrate problems and a 75yr old who has been through 3 ex wives and multiple girlfriends, and trying to decide if and how he need “to get it up”.
They then went into hysterics talking about misunderstandings of pronunciations of urethra vs Aretha (Franklin)... they also talked about retiring here and becoming cleaners for the gay rooms. But at that point I
I switched off...
Over on the other side of the pool, it looked like some kind of porn film in the making. There was a young(ish) couple who were using the opportunity of putting on suntan lotion to engage in some marital relations by the looks of things, and then there were the ex-pat potentials who “come here for the weather”, where their conversation went from condemning the hen party who were here last week for taking up all the pool side loungers, through to talking about the different prices of sandwiches from various outlets around the hotel.
However, it was with some interest I watched how people disrobed and oiled themselves up beside the pool. Some people do it like no one is watching and don’t give 2 hoots. (Quite rightly).
Others check to see who is watching and either become quite furtive and hide under towels... or are quite brazen and try to catch people’s eyes as they rub the tanning oil into all layers and crevices. It’s certainly an interesting observation action... a note to readers... how do YOU do it...?
After leaving the pool, we headed to the coast for the walk round to Meloneras... we walked past all three types of beaches, and the sand was lovely and soft to walk on. The waves were spectacular, although every time I went to get a picture they became normal sized again... it was like they knew...!
One of the funny things in that walk, was the solitary figure sitting atop a really high sand dune. I was thinking it must be quite spiritual to go and do yoga close to the elements, and I was about to take a photograph to show perspective of size of dunes, peaceful nature and man doing yoga... and then the guy got up and he was literally bollock naked.
I am so glad I caught myself in time... imagine explaining that to the police for pervert charges!!!
Lunch was in a wee steakhouse where we had lasagne ‘La Bodega’. The food again was lovely, although I do think that sitting in the sun did not help my slight burnt chest issue, although my friend is literally turned mahogany. We got to do a lot more people watching too, and successfully avoided all the tat touts.
The owner however was what can only be described as taciturn. I am not sure that he was feeling the love to serve yesterday. At first we thought he was maybe annoyed with us (can’t think why), but actually he treated everyone with the same level of disregard, and we were just amazed that literally his face was frozen still in a grumpy mask, regardless of how we tried to engage conversation to order food, drinks, the bill...
Coming back to the hotel we went via the shops to buy 10 bars of special soap (don’t ask), chilled out with baths and sangria before heading down for dinner. By this point we had thought it may have been a raucous night being the last full night for drinking before we fly home... but instead, turns out we may have each had a touch of heat stroke.... so more chilling out and watching the German version of Naked Attraction, and laughed a lot.... before falling into a comatose sleep...
(So good I didn’t cough or sneeze all night!!! Honestly sun holidays must be good... who knew...?)
Can’t believe today is last day though... will have of wait and see what fun and games happen to write about in due course...!
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