Weird Spanish Film

Whilst we were on the beach we had a discussion about what to do next.  I was so in love with the high life that thinking about going anywhere else (other than home) wasn’t remotely appealing.  We decided that Fish will go off to Mysore on his own, for a mini holiday and I will stay by the beach working on this tan (If I don’t get asked to be in TOWIE on my return then there’s no justice in the world.  A lot of man hours have gone into looking this mahogany). 

The thought of sitting on a bus for 15 hours to go to somewhere I’ve already been just about sent me over the edge (I could get home quicker).  I think Fish could tell from the look on my face (and also due to the fact that I clearly stated that there was no fucking way I was sitting on a bus for 15 hours to go somewhere I’d already been before).  Fish didn’t take offence and probably relishes the thought of having a couple of days without my incessant moaning.  I’ve been here far too long and I’m just a jaded old tart.  I bore myself. 

We left the beach to go up to the pool (no buggy arrived to take us up.  Liberty).  The pool is amazing.  It’s one of those posh infinity pools.  When you look out you can just see the ocean for miles.  It is spectacularly beautiful.  The grounds are surrounded with stunning flowers that attract the most gorgeous butterflies and dragonflies I’ve ever seen.  There are even a couple of peacocks just mincing about too.  This place is like paradise. 

We checked out the menu for lunch.  The prices were astronomically expensive (comparatively speaking).  I ordered a coffee (which cost more than most of my meals).  He asked me if I wanted him to mix the coffee and milk together.  Damn straight I do.  For that price I not only want you to mix it together I want you to get a heat proof straw and feed me the bloody stuff.  We splashed out on a pizza too.  We really are living the high life!

In the evening we went out for a bit but I was loathed to even leave the hotel.  I couldn’t wait to get back to the room, get in bed and watch a film (do you see how I’m not really cut out to be a traveller).  We watched a film that was utterly compelling but not really something that should be watched just before bedtime.  It was a Spanish film where you end up kind of rooting for a deranged pervert to win the girl but instead she gets killed and he wrongly gets banged up for her murder.  Sleep tight then!