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A Day On The Spanish Mains

15 Feb
I had a shower on Thursday morning.  I mention it only because the water went off in the middle of it, after turning icy cold, leading me to shout ‘Eek!’ for the first time in my life.  Workmen were doing work-type things outside on the water main.  My first experience of a Spanish main.

Alison compensated for the shampoo in my hair by cooking bacon, egg, sausage and beans for breakfast (and a baguette for me, of course).  We walked off the fat we had just put on by strolling down to Benimar.  The sun was up, the wind was down and all was right with our world.

There are lots of restaurants in Benimar, and all reasonably priced.  Food is cheaper during the day than at night, so many ex-pats have their main meal during the day, have a siesta in the afternoon, and then a light meal for supper.  I really could get used to Spanish living.

The walk back was uphill, but there are lots of benches provided for pedestrians to rest, as well as a nice little Scottish bar where we stopped for a cup of tea and to pat the owner’s Staffordshire Terrier, Zara, who ate my biscuit when she wasn’t looking.

Zara, the prettiest biscuit-sharer in Spain.

We sat in the sun in the afternoon.  It was so hot, we had to take off our tops.  Fortunately, we were on Alison’s patio at that point.

Sue & Lyn collected us in the early evening and we went to look at Guardamar beach.  Look was all we did, as the sun was going down and the wind getting up.  We popped into a little bar, where I proved to them I don’t drink by getting stuck into a rather nice dry white.  Sue had water because she was driving, and it was more expensive than the wine.  I think I love Spain.

We all learned quite a bit about each other over the drinks, including two fascinating facts about Lyn: her great-grandfather fought at the Battle of Rourke’s Drift (though I don’t remember him in Zulu; I spent most of my time trying to get over Michael Caine’s accent); and her father is in the Guinness Book of World Records:

Last year Mick Shopland broke a unique golfing record, which was certified by the Guinness book of records for playing over 1000 different golf courses. It took Mick eighteen years and eight months to complete the record, finally completing the 1000th course at Celtic Manor “2010 Course” on the 7th August 2009. The 99th course was Royal Birkdale.

It is believed that another obsessive golfer took twenty five years to reach the same total, so Mick has comfortably beaten the previous ‘record’.

Then it was onto the Wok in Quesada.  All Chinese restaurants in the Alicante region appear to be called ‘Wok’; it may be because they all cook in woks.  It struck me as a little odd, like calling all fast food places ‘Cardboard & Grease’, or ‘McDonald’s’.

Another Wok, not our Wok; I was taking a picture of the scenery. I did try to take a picture of our Wok but it was at night after wine and sangria, and it looks like it.

The food was great.  Huge choice, three courses, a bottle of wine to take away, all for the bargain price of 7.95 Euros + vat.  You can have as much as you like.  The main course was interesting: we chose our raw ingredients and sauce, took them to the chef, and watched him cook it.  There were six of us lined up, waiting for our plates, lined up behind him, and he didn’t make one error with the choice of sauce.

My second Spanish main was much more fun than my first.

Joke 328

15 Feb

An elderly woman called 911 on her cell phone to report that her car had been broken into.

She was hysterical as she explained her situation to the dispatcher: “They’ve stolen the stereo, the steering wheel, the brake pedal and even the accelerator!”

The dispatcher said, “Stay calm. An officer is on the way.”

A few minutes later, the officer radioed in. “Disregard,” he said. “She got in the back seat by mistake.”

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