Y Viva España

This was lovely La Manga! We're just back from a much needed week of relaxation and doing not a great deal under the Spanish sun. Anni read four books, I read three and we swam a lot. Also found some sports that I can actually play ~ tennis and 10 pin bowling ~ on the nintendo wii that is. (And I have aching arm muscles to prove it.)

My very kind and lovely brother and sister-in-law lent us their place in a top spot where you can see the sea from every window on both sides. It was just what the doctor ordered.

To suit Peter's "love of walking", the pool was at the foot of the appartment block and the beach right beside it. One of the best things about La Manga is that most people there are Spanish and so you really feel immersed in the language and culture. I am ashamed to say that I don't speak Spanish at all, but after one week I can now say in Spanish water, coffee with milk, diet coke, red/white wine, beer; the bill please, for me, all forms of good morning, afternoon etc, airport, gate, passengers.... Unfortunately, I have no idea how to say, "We are trying to get to San Javier airport but this map is rubbish and I have direction dyslexia. We seem to be heading in completely the wrong direction. Could you please show me on this map where on earth I am and point me in the right direction?" We managed with some odd words, map waving and the word "directo"

Back home we were astonished to find that the builders had done absolutely diddly squat in our absence but are too relaxed to care.

Now Tom has gone off to camp again, Peter spent the day at the Leeds festival listening to music that makes my ears bleed and Anni and I have had a lovely day visiting aunties, uncles and cousins in their new houses and cuddling the twins.