A week of intensive washing followed the week in Greece, to turn around our holiday clothes in time for Spain, added to by Phoebe deciding this was the week to clear all the dirty washing out of her bedroom. Cheers Phoebe!
I was also trying to clear the decks for a month of blogging, and rewriting my book, so Steve and I were tying up a lot of loose ends, and collecting testimonials & specific outcomes from the pilot team, ready for the new Silver Elite intake on September 9th
Then it’s off to Spain with Sarah, four teenage girls and Spud & Nellie. You can follow our adventures at http://tinyurl.com/spanishadverture
So all eight of us manage to get to the airport on time, thanks to some help from Steve, with his last minute printing off of driving instructions for us, only to find that our plane has an entire football team of Spanish boys, who’ve been over to the Arsenal Ecademy to train. When they spot our four mixed teenage beauties, their eyes pop out on stalks and the plane fills with wolf whistles and raging hormones. Some of them are VERY cute and our four are lovely girls, it’s a match made in heaven LOL.
Takes then all of oooooh, half an hour and the bravest and cheekiest of them passes a note back, which kicks off a LOT of giggling and note passing, backwards and forwards, mainly of the “hey you in seat 32a, you are really hot!” variety (oh, yes, I intercepted some just to make sure).
By the end of the flight Mr Cheeky was inviting Chloe into the loo for a kiss (an innocent version of the mile high club) and the whole plane is in hysterics.
If you want to drop your shopping off in Calle Fuente, you drive into the municipal multistory, wend your way right to the top, exit the car park, then drive down the street itself. The entrance to the street is just, and I mean JUST, wide enough to get the car down, so to the sounds of Sarah hollering “just feel the fear and do it anyway” I squeezed down, praying that I would not meet one of the frequent dumper trucks, police 4×4’s or mopeds that seem to go up and down, both ways, with impunity. The police station is in Calle Fuente too we have discovered, they look very fit too, and well armed.
I reach the house, but due to large numbers of police 4×4’s parked there too, I have to park briefly in the square, but we had alerted the kids by mobile to be back at the house to help and they were standing by to unpack quickly.
Round the village again and back into the municipal car park, which is free this year by the way, and means the car doesn’t get too hot.
We are working in the early mornings, then either going to the beach or hanging out by the municipal pool in the bowl of the town and reading one of the many books I’ve brought with me.
Just finished “Twitter Power” by Joel Comm (excellent, well written, practical), a chick lit book Sarah brought (bloody awful and an insult to my species!), “Rachel’s Holiday” by Marian Keyes (topical, scary, funny and poignant) and I’m about to start Deborah Meaden’s “Common Sense Rules – What You Really Need To Know About Business”.
Tonight I cooked paella (now we have figured out how to work the cooker hob!), and then, after dinner, the girls went to look for boys, the boys went to look for a football, and Sarah and I went to find one of Roger’s recommended restaurants but didn’t succeed although the girls did!
So we decide to combine a trip to Carrefour with a trip to Estapona beach.
There is the main beach, and also a little bay kind of thing, with a carpark, where there are two bar/restaurants and some waves!
Some of the kids get dropped off and those who love to shop (Phoebe and Keturah) come with us. We buy a coolbox, for future use of those who rent the house, and to keep our dairy cool while we swim, and then go buy the essentials.
Which turn out to include one octopus for dinner tomorrow, some quails eggs (”want to try them!”) two handbags, two sets of sunglasses (more sunglasses!!) and a belly button bar for the girls. Phoebe’s in the hole now for all of August’s allowance plus 40 euros but the belly button bar is TOTALLY BLING!
Have Fun, We Always Do!