I couldn’t get a Wi-Fi connection on Saturday but it wasn’t for the lack of trying. In the end I gave up but went down yesterday morning to try once again; I fiddled around on my laptop and turned off my firewall and ‘Bingo’ I got access and was able to publish my blog and check emails. I don’t really have that much to write home about today, but once a blogger, always a blogger and you have to fill a need so I will try and do my best to entertain you. But don’t expect too much!
We indulged in the buffet dinner on Saturday and went outside to the pool area for a couple of drinks and to people watch. As I’ve already mentioned, there is a diverse of cultures staying at Canarias Park, but the bulk of the English tourists sound like they come from the north of England. Not there is anything wrong with that, but we did sit and watch a Scottish middle aged woman who’d obviously been on the spirits all afternoon, drink and flirt with another Scott bloke and embarrassed herself terribly. It was amusing to us but I felt quite sorry for her hubbie and her son who must have been about 12 years old. We stayed to hear the first karaoke song and it was so bad we decided to go to bed. Phil read his book but yours truly went straight to sleep, out for the count. The sun combined with the wine and a seriously lack of shut eye for the past few weeks was all it took.
Phil slept well on Saturday night; the karaoke party didn’t keep us awake which was pretty amazing seeing as we have a room that faces the bar and the pool area. Phil said he only had to get up 3 times in the night to pee but I didn’t hear him once. On Sunday, after such a long sleep, I was awake by 6am and probably disturbed Phil. I took my laptop down to post the blog and do a bit of surfing and we were in the restaurant for breakfast by 8am. Breakfast is open from 8am until midday which is fine but I’d rather they opened a bit earlier. I’ve brought our travel kettle so I was able to have a cup of green tea (shit tea) at half six but although I’d also brought some Tetley teabags, I didn’t have any milk so was unable to have a proper cup of tea.
Before we’d left home, I’d read about a Sunday market in Felanitx, only half an hour away in the car and easily managed Phil to drive me there. We’d pre-ordered a picnic to take with us and the plan was to visit the market then to stop somewhere on the coast on the way home on the beach. But it didn’t pan out that way. Does it ever? We found the market easily, parked up and walked round. At first I thought the market was small and only a handful of tents but it was extended beyond the square and was massive. I was really glad we went, there were lots of authentic Spanish products as well as the fake stuff that you always find. We brought fake belts for Phil and a pair of fake designer sunglasses each and we also stopped for a cup of coffee in a posh café, which although was lovely, was a complete rip off. Still, the ambience and the atmosphere were fabulous so it was worth the price.
As I said earlier, we had planned to partake off our picnic on the beach but Phil’s bottom was dodgy and actually so was mine, so we thought it best to head for home. By this time it was almost midday and we ended up eating our baguettes on our balcony. Phil would have been happy to stay on our balcony for the remainder of the day but we don’t get the sun until mid-afternoon so I coaxed him in to going to sit down by the pool. There were no sunbeds available, these are all bagged by 8am and I can’t be doing playing this game so instead we sat at a table near to the bar. We read and basked in the sun and I was a little surprised when Phil said he wanted to go in for lunch at half one. Lunch, I said, I’m stuffed but I went along anyway. Actually I was really full up with the French bread and Phil said so was he, but he managed to wolf down 3 or 4 courses anyway.
I wouldn’t deny him, because after all we are on holiday but there is no doubt that the more food he eats then the more his tummy hurts as well as his bottom. It is such a shame, that the one weekend we chose to go away, that the side effects of the radiotherapy treatment start to kick in. He has really suffered this weekend and I intend to do some research into his diet as soon as we get home. He has still another 4 weeks to go so why suffer unnecessarily.
The remainder of the day was uneventful. We read our books, basked in sun then went down for an early dinner. We had one drink at the bar after dinner but then it was straight to bed and lights out by 10pm. We're now off for breakfast and then its time for these 2 little piggies to head get on the road and head for the airport. It's been great to get away for the weekend but the time has flown by.
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