Day 2 Cabo de Gata – chilling – Middle-aged flash packers

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – I love shutters. Waking up and finding out it’s 9am and you’ve slept like a log all night is heaven. In an ideal world, I’d live in a beautiful Italian villa with huge floor to ceiling windows surrounded by massive wooden shutters.

Eating breakfast in the sunshine is also one of life’s pleasures in my book too. Tick.

Ants in his pants Steve then dragged me out to search for a bakery he’d googled. After a walk along the beach, scouting out restaurants and buying stuff in the Spar, we eventually got to the bakery which had sold out of anything decent. The early bird definitely catches the worm here but I’m not an early bird and I don’t care for worms so S can make his own way down to the bakery at 6am or whatever unearthly hour folks get up round here.

We chose the central terrace in our house to eat our lunch and read our kindles. Very relaxing but by 3pm even I was ready for an explore so off we went for a potter to view the Long Beach, just outside San Jose.

I’m impressed. After the awful fruit and veg sprawl, San Jose is easy on the eye. Like a less wealthy Santorini (I’m not saying poor as San Jose has a reasonably well heeled feel to it) there’s a blue and white theme which is very pleasant. Most of the people here are Spanish, doing their thing of late, lazy lunches and heading to the beach about 5pm.

On our walk, I indulged in one of my favourite hobbies of ogling other people’s homes, before viewing the beach from afar. (Walking it is tomorrow’s job.)

Then it was home for an aperitif or two on the terrace adjoining the living room followed by a slap up meal at Casa Pepa’s. Sadly Casa Pepa was a bit of a let down as my meal of grilled cuttlefish has to go down as my 4th saltiest meal ever. I foresee a disturbed night.