Sunbathing and siesta
We slept wonderfully and now we want breakfast. I go to the supermarket, 1 minute away, and do some shopping. Since we are staying an extra day, I don't have to look at the luggage and treat ourselves to a jar of jam and some fruit. Tonight we want to make the lentil stew. We've been taking the lentils for a walk all over Spain now, and I'm learning today that lentils aren't so great for on the road. Because if you only have limited fire capacity and the lentils have to simmer for an hour, it's good to have a cooker. We currently have one in our Eden tent.
We have breakfast in front of the tent at a small wooden table with a bamboo roof, and the friendly French neighbour even brings us coffee. After all, he knows that you don't have everything on a motorbike. We both think that's super nice.
But now we have to go to the beach. We quickly pack our towels and off we go. We walk along the water and every few hundred metres we quickly jump into the water to refresh ourselves. It's not long before my dear darling has pale pink legs and belly. The sun here is really fierce. We borrow a parasol, which sometimes flies away in the wind, and bathe and lie and bathe and lie, and we continue in that order. At some point, the hunger for a tomato salad, how could it be otherwise, drives us to the tent and we polish off huge bowls of salad and then take our siesta.
In the evening we go down to the sea again, but not for long. The sun is still beating down, even though it's already 7 o'clock, and we don't want to risk sunstroke. The evening is quiet, we have our lentil soup and a glass of wine and the sun goes down and with it we go to bed. That's enough for today. Bathing holidays are just like that: bathing, doing nothing, eating, bathing, doing nothing, eating...
