It’s Saturday night, well, it’s actually Sunday morning, a long afternoon siesta has left me wide-awake this madrugada, even though my apartment is just sufficiently far enough away from the hum of fiesta, which is in full swing in the town square, and all is tranquil. So I was wondering on what about my very pleasant week I want to muse.
Should I write about the lovely morning I whiled away in interesting conversation, overlooking little harbour, whilst the tenders to the fishing boats, which were out working, waited and bobbed on the swell that was rushing in from the Atlantic and breaking dramatically on the rocks further down the coast?
Should I write about the casual stroll around Los Cristianos I enjoyed with a good friend one balmy evening, sampling some great chocolate cake, and joking with a couple of the Senegalese street sellers, and that one of them gave me a pretty bracelet?
Should I write about the way the brilliant white waves creamed in from the gunmetal grey seas, while the sun shot pale, imitation rays into the murky sky from its hiding place behind the blackest cloud of all one morning walk?
Should I write about the afternoon I spent with a good friend chatting, teaching her a bit of English whilst she taught me Spanish, over mellow lattes in the pretty and tranquil courtyard of a small rural hotel, about ten minutes up into the hills?
Should I write about how one, chained-to-desk day emails, and Facebook notes, and Tweets and other peoples’ blogs kept me laughing away? How great is this thing called internet, that even in my solitude it brings me jokes and smiles and funnies from friends and strangers alike?
Should I write about how good Trix was when I took her to the vet for her annual check up and vaccinations? How she’s put on 5 kilos since her last weigh-in — ouch, and needs some expensive dentistry, but otherwise seems to be still the puppy in body that she is in spirit! What a nice, new vet we have too. I generally find that vets are nice people, actually, come to think of it, but that’s not always true of doctors – hmmm. Food for thought there!
Should I write about Friday evening, about following la Ruta de Tapas in Los Cristianos? Another balmy evening mixing good food and wine, mellow weather and great company. Yes, maybe I’ll write about that.
Should I write about the fiesta in my home town? The fireworks? The street performers? The food? Yeah, maybe that’s worth a word or two as well, but you know what? This has been a perfectly ordinary week……..and the sad thing is, I’ve been feeling a bit jaded, so I needed to remind myself just how good it’s been in its own quiet way……..and **yawn** I think this glass of smooth, rich El Lomo might be just what the sandman ordered.