Middle-aged flash packers

We arrived at our destination in time to see our surroundings before the sun went down. 

We were greeted by a homeless man who was lurking to gain access to the complex. (A lady sitting in her car warned us.) Not a great start but he looked harmless enough and he had disappeared by the time we had failed in our search for the guests garage. 

Living dangerously, we left the car parked on the road and went to find our accommodation.

Nice. Clean as a whistle and most exciting of all, we can see and hear the sea from our bedroom.

We ate at the nearest restaurant to us, about a three minute walk away and it was good too. Everything is geared to eating outside and it’s not quite warm enough unfortunately,  so very glad I brought my down jacket.

The next morning it became apparent I have a cold. Nothing too terrible (my goodness the coughing from folks on the plane was terrifying, I am feeding myself vitamin c like a mad woman ) but enough to make me feel rather listless and disinterested in doing much. 

However, the fridge and cupboards needed filling so it was off to find the nearest Lidl.

Our love/hate relationship with Lidl continues. The small supermarkets in Spain tend to be either sad affairs full of dusty tins and stale bread,  or brim-full of foreigner’s home delights such as baked beans and German sausage sold at sky high prices. 

No sign of Hyperdino so we were forced to deal with the legendary Lidl till queues.

But first we had to get there. 

Steve had a jolly time the previous night tasting all the alcoholic drinks left on a shelf in the kitchen. (This was after beer and wine in the restaurant.) He finally settled on a peppermint liquor which went down well but although he kept quiet I could tell he was regretting his choice when he got in the car. I could have driven but feeling lousy and the last time I drove abroad was in Italy at least 5 years ago I chose not to brave the roads of Playa de Ingles. 

Lucky escape for me. Jeepers. Lidl has been hidden. Like a car version of Crystal Maze, we took wrong turns, entered dead ends and tried parking in the wrong (tiny and full) car park. No giving up here though and at last we 

arrived. It seemed reasonably quiet in the shop at first but then I’m pretty sure a bus arrived and we were surrounded by elderly folk who appeared to have never experienced Lidl’s delights and clogged up the aisles, paralysed with mouths agog. 

Still we managed to grab pretty much everything we needed and get through a till before the zombies caused mayhem with their Lidl purchases.

By the time we got back I was in need of a lie down and luckily for us, the sun was out and our small garden is a nice little sun trap.

Obviously unless actually bed ridden (sun lounger ridden doesn’t count) the Jill and Steve book of rules does not allow for a daily hike  on holiday to be missed. So off we went on a walk to San Agustin and back, a measly 4.3 miles but there were a lot of steps. 

We decided to eat out again as I’d seen a restaurant serving chicken chimichura which we both fancied. Another walk into San Agustin with my cold fully developed by now, only to be told when we got there that the chicken was not available. To add insult to injury, the starter and pizzas we disappointedly ordered took 45 minutes to come. In full hanger mode I told the waiter to forget the starter and waded my way through the pizza, nose dripping and glaring at anyone who dared cough.

I’m not proud of myself sometimes. 

Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day.