The Honeymooners
Apologies for the slightly dodgy apostrophes in this post, I can´t find the right key on this Spanish keyboard. Plus, I´m so chilled right now you could keep fish fresh on me.
I´ve never gone "all inclusive" before and the novelty of going up to a barman (or even better, serve-yourself taps!) and getting FREE beer hasn´t quite worn off. I have a feeling that I´ll get the hang of it just before the end of the honeymoon and then spend a week or so back home grazing off any food left unguarded and leaning over the counter at Wetherspoons to help myself to the lager.
"It´s OK!" I´ll splutter to the angry barman through a mouthfull of dry roasted. "I paid last month!"
The amounts of food and drink consumed by this place must be HUGE. There´s one wing that seems curiously empty. I´m beginning to think the hotel-like frontage it has is just a facade, and actually it´s just a silo built to house the gallons of San Miguel, acres of scrambled egg and yards of chorizo consumed daily by the inhabitants.
The last before last was a bit of a busman´s holiday... watching a drag show called "Diamonds are Forever" in the hotel´s theatre. They were actually very good. Actually based on that experience and a similar one in Barcelona I´m beginning to think that the Spanish "do drag" very well indeed.
Tomorrow we plan to hire a car and explore the island a bit more.
Or maybe just find a nice spot by the pool and discover more ways to drink alcohol.
I´ll decide later.
I´ve never gone "all inclusive" before and the novelty of going up to a barman (or even better, serve-yourself taps!) and getting FREE beer hasn´t quite worn off. I have a feeling that I´ll get the hang of it just before the end of the honeymoon and then spend a week or so back home grazing off any food left unguarded and leaning over the counter at Wetherspoons to help myself to the lager.
"It´s OK!" I´ll splutter to the angry barman through a mouthfull of dry roasted. "I paid last month!"
The amounts of food and drink consumed by this place must be HUGE. There´s one wing that seems curiously empty. I´m beginning to think the hotel-like frontage it has is just a facade, and actually it´s just a silo built to house the gallons of San Miguel, acres of scrambled egg and yards of chorizo consumed daily by the inhabitants.
The last before last was a bit of a busman´s holiday... watching a drag show called "Diamonds are Forever" in the hotel´s theatre. They were actually very good. Actually based on that experience and a similar one in Barcelona I´m beginning to think that the Spanish "do drag" very well indeed.
Tomorrow we plan to hire a car and explore the island a bit more.
Or maybe just find a nice spot by the pool and discover more ways to drink alcohol.
I´ll decide later.
Entertainment, cabaret, buffet-action, drag-assessment and thinking about hiring something within a five day period? You both need to stop over-achieving immediately... And remember, if in doubt, lie down!
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