Just got back from a fantastic week of winter sun in Gran Canaria and I think I'm still a bit tipsy.
A few thankyous; to Bex for being naturally blonde in every way possible, to Ian for being so sweet (and for explaining the lighthouse thing), to Carol for introducing me to Baileys on the rocks, to Paul for all those brandies, to Len and Maria for all those fascinating travel tales and to Stefano - REALLY?!
Also, muchas gracias to all of the very fit waiters for providing high quality Spanish eye candy for the entire 7 days. Those tight black t-shirts over rippling muscles made an old lady very happy!
I think I learnt more in the past 7 days than I did in the past 7 years! Apparently 9 Bailies on the rocks isn't enough to numb the tedium of Country music... but 10 is. Going topless round the pool is a liberating experience and hilarious to watch all those wives giving their husbands the evil eye if they so much as glance up from their kindles. And hangovers are easily cured via the late breakfast menu at the poolside bar - where all-inclusive alcohol provides hair-of-the-dog to accompany the 'full English'.
Feliz Navidad / Merry Christmas - hic!