Leonardo and Martha. A nice couple we met on our holiday? "Nice" would be pushing it... Two of the fiercest "named storms" of the season; unfortunately they both visited Andalucia in the same week while we were there.
We arrived on a pleasant, breezy, quite sunny weekend and enjoyed sitting in the sunshine - but after it went all grey and blustery and showery with sunny intervals, and by Tuesday we had proper rain (and bought a brolly). One morning we had sleet hitting our balcony! Friday (The Madam's birthday) was schizophrenic - on my way down to our regular beach bar Palm 5, the rainstorm was horizontal and I could hardly keep the brolly up, yet by 2pm we had nary a cloud in the sky, and basked in the sunshine until the sun went down! To finish things off "nicely", as we waited for our evening flight yesterday we were huddled at the back of the bar terrace, freezing, and watching the Palm 5 staff fighting to get one of the windbreak roller blinds back into place as Martha had blown its hooks out of their mounts.
We were concerned about our flight taking off in such a "hurricane", but all went well (we even landed in Luton Airport twenty minutes early). Bizarrely, by the time we were having our first British pint at the Wetherspoons at Kings Cross St Pancras, we were warmer sat on their outside tables at 11pm than we had been at lunchtime on the Costa del "Sol"...
We still had a fabulous holiday, regardless! We felt really welcomed wherever we went, had loads of laughs, ate some great food, caught a bit of sunshine on our skin - and burned the candle at both ends with post-siesta nights in the La Nogilera gay area in Torremolinos (as is our wont). [And we're booked to go again at the beginning of May, so there's that to look foward to...]
But what did we miss while we were away? Not a lot, truth be told. The Winter (yawn) Olympics are on in Italy, apparently; sacked former ambassador to the US Peter Mandelson is a bogeyman again and Prime Minister Starmer's under pressure; no amount of false posturing from the orange moron in the White House has prevented that evil cunt Putin from bombing Ukraine; among the amazing treasures uncovered during ongoing works on the HS2 rail route are a Neanderthal hand axe, a set of 19th Century gold dentures, a Roman gladiator tag and a gold 'three lions' pendant from the 13th-14th Century; and finally - a man had to be rescued from a tree on the Isle of Wight where he was sheltering from being attached by an angry cow.
Oh - and tennis totty Carolos Alcaraz became the youngest player to win a Grand Slam. New balls, please...
Of course what you're all asking, I'm certain, dear reader - did we bring anything back with us to share? Of course. A triple-bill, no less!
Spain's Eurovision entrant in 2024, doing what she does...
...a proper Spanish number (ish)...
...and finally, my fave!
Is it good to be home? ¡Ni hablar!
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