13.12.2012 - 13.12.2012 17 °C
I think we finally beat the kids at their own game: we let them sleep in so long yesterday that they felt they started too late and asked us to wake them up today no later than 9 AM. But waking up and getting up are two very different things for our eldest girl . This week, as you can tell, has been a real wind down for us and we were conscious that today was the last day in this paradise. So, we made the most of it, moving very slowly and relaxing even more than we have of late. Ben and I got out for a promenade along the waterfront while the girls did whatever it is they do in the morning.
We enjoyed our repast at the beach cafe so much yesterday that we took the girls back for a leisurely lunch today. Abby and I had the ‘sopa da dia’ (green bean soup but there was no egg present this time) while Ben ordered his favourite ‘bifana’ (pork sandwich) and Hannah chose the classic bacon cheeseburger. We topped it off with milkshakes all around; they were just great (a bit thinner than Canadian ones) and as I had been hearing ‘Wanna milkshake!’ from Abby since we left home, I am hoping it assuaged some cravings. The coconut flavoured one is my favourite -- what a treat. We lingered on the terrace as long as possible before moving onto the beach, continuing to soak in the rays. We jousted with the waves, with a couple of us losing. Abby found a great use for the dry sand, using it to exfoliate her heels. (It really works!)
Many times this stay, we have walked past a sand sculptor who has spent a long time each day at the beach but hasn’t done much to repair the work ruined by what we expect are the many dogs about. We have contributed a couple of times to his pot but he can be a bit aggressive if he sees you staring too long or taking a picture. The only other novel event of the day was to see a single parasailor.
We celebrated my mom's 82nd birthday with her yesterday via Skype. It's a hard month to be away as there are a number of family birthdays -- Ben's brother's, my sister's, our niece's, and Abby's -- as well as Christmas and my parents' anniversary. We'll be thinking of all of you on your special days and hope to connect at least by email/Skype.
Tomorrow brings us back to Spain, the land of many extremely short, elderly women; infants swaddled in specially-designed baby sleeping bags (just great for all those evening walks through the city that the Spanish take with their families); and many a cafe/bar-goer enjoying cold beer sitting in the sidewalk seats with a heavy parka on. We anticipate more adventures in the week to come and are so grateful we have this opportunity. Thanks for travelling along with us!