13:00pm: well, today was somewhat eventful. Decided to go to
San Miguel market for a little mooch around. Of course, we had to be
fashionably late enough to arrive as the market was finishing and people were
rushing about loading trucks with naranjas
and trying to dodge the two ‘Americanos’
(deemed legitimate by the happy Mexican man in the van).
14:00pm: oh dear. Mother spots yet another Enrique Iglesias
and transforms into a giggling fourteen year old girl. No surprises – we had to
do a couple of laps around the market just to get a second (third, fourth and
fifth) smile from said young man.
14:30pm: café con
leche… at a brothel, apparently. Lovely exterior, rather dodgy interior. Swift
exit.
14:40pm: seeked refuge in a newsagent for postcards and
stamps. Splendid little store… until we left and I spotted a questionable
comic:
15:00pm: chose to drive to Torrevieja out of curiosity as we’ve
been told countless times that it’s definitely somewhere to avoid. It is.
However, on the ride there mother spotted an ‘H’ on the roof of a building with four stars underneath it and
numerous cafés and restaurants on the ground floor; “GOODNESS! Look at that l’hopital darling! Isn’t that so much
better than our awful hospitals in the UK?! There’s practically fine dining
here! Oh my god, look! They’ve put up those
tall flags in front too! That must be to make all the international patients
feel welcome, don’t you think?!”
It wasn’t a hospital. It was a four star hotel.
Quite an unproductive yet entertaining day :)
Hasta Luego,
Charlotte-Elizabeth xoxo
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