Woo hoo! Another Canarian adventure all booked up and I can’t wait. The Moorish-styled complex is nestled in between volcanic coves right next to the sea, and with a choice of five swimming pools, free wifi throughout, seven restaurants plus bars, professional shows every evening and a massive tropical garden to enjoy I certainly won’t be bored during my all-inclusive luxury getaway.
Now that I’m earning a decent wage, and getting holiday pay, I can finally afford to splash out and treat myself to something fabulous every now and again; and what could be more fabulous than two whole weeks of sun, sea and sangria? Ah, I can picture it now… palm trees, sandy beaches and, of course, all those lovely Spanish waiters. It just goes to show that if you’re prepared to work that little bit harder, you can play for a whole lot longer. Disfrutando la vida!
Well! I’m proud to say that I’ve just added another first to my list – geocaching! When I got up this morning I had absolutely no idea that I’d be spending the day being guided by GPS around several large fields, looking for small objects hidden in and around trees, in pipes, under rocks and logs and all manner of other places. Walking around woodland meant we saw lots of fabulous wildlife, including ladybirds, a giant bee and lots of different birds. We squelched our way along muddy footpaths, looked in nooks and crannies and stuck our hands into nettles and brambles on the hunt for the next cache. The weather was extremely kind to us and the sun was out for most of the day, which made a big difference.
After accomplishing a 100% success rate of finding all 13 objects, a nice sit down with a hot cappuccino, overlooking a stunning lake, late afternoon with hazy sunshine, was just the ticket. You really can’t beat a bit of fresh air, a decent walk and a good old natter with a friend, and it’s even better if you can combine it with a new and interesting hobby. I’m very grateful that I can spend quality time with such wonderful mates and I’m really looking forward to the next adventure.
Wow, what an adventure! I’ve just returned home from a fantastic long weekend visiting friends and until now I had no idea you could cram quite so much into 3 days. I’ve visited places that I’d never knew existed and met some truly lovely people. I’ve eaten everything from a delicious risotto to a scrumptious pavolva thanks to my Cordon Bleu hostess, and I’ve consumed the equivalent of a small swimming pool’s worth of chilled white wine. I was even chauffeur-driven through the countryside with the roof down in a very zippy Mercedes sports car with my hair blowing in the breeze!
The weather was extremely kind throughout, so we were able to fully enjoy the sights and sounds of a historic town, a stunning cult TV series location and a fabulous castle surrounded by beautiful gardens under blue skies, with the sun shining down on us all day long. It’s been an emotional whirlwind of heartfelt greetings and heart-wrenching goodbyes, but travel is addictive and the more I do it the further I want to go. For the moment I need to unpack my case, along with my many wonderful memories, and let my liver recover before looking ahead to Lanzarote.
New experiences come in all shapes and sizes. Some are funny, others are exciting and my latest adventure was… erm….surreal. I haven’t been interviewed for a new job in donkeys years, but the lure of some lucrative ‘casual’ work within a 30 minute walk from home was an opportunity not to be sniffed at. However, sods law dictated that I failed to get a single wink of sleep the night before and was therefore sporting my ‘well-past-its-sell-by-date‘ look at stupid o’clock in the morning. Not the ‘first impression’ I was hoping for but you simply have to play the cards you’re dealt.
On arrival I was shown to the interrogation room, where my brain cells decided to die and the best I could muster was a glazed expression. Trying desperately hard to focus, I completely blagged my way through a series of questions; none of which I can now recall; and I now have to wait to hear whether or not I’ll be offered a position.
Fingers crossed that they’re looking for a middle-aged, peroxide blonde zombie!