Day: April 6, 2012

Very overcast today and with a biting onshore breeze.  It is also Good Friday and therefore we are killing time until the Ecumenical service at the local catholic church.  Whomever had the bright idea to put children’s play parks at every 200m or so throughout the resort should be knighted.  We spend some time learning to grapple the fireman’s pole and watching Grannys in their Sunday best parading along the pavement round the bay.  Following the service which was evidently cobbled together in part Spanish and part English we make our way back to the apartment for lunch.  We need a new plan for the afternoon.  We settle on Mini Golf.  The children are very excited.  We pay for 18 holes.  There is a serious risk that given our expertise at golf we will end up being here after dark!  As it happens we only lost one ball in the waterfall and after coaching Luke that it is not necessary to break the world record yardage at a single stroke we let some people go in front and find a rhythm.  Emma seems to have quite a natural knack for putting, Luke turns on the tiger for the 17th and gets a hole in one.   You couldn’t put a name to the ecstasy written on his face.   Suffice to say we stopped recording the score with the tiny pencil and paper.

Looking for somewhere to eat tonight turned into a longer adventure than planned.  It is quite difficult to find a restaurant that doesn’t cater for the British appeal for loads of meat and beer.  The beehive or La Colemina is a good spot with a reasonable selection of meals.  We have a swordfish, a lasagne, escalope and Spanish omelette and mix it up a bit between the children.  Luke doesn’t like swordfish after all 🙂

It is quite late but we cannot put the children to bed because Luke is reading “Chester’s back” to Susie and they are incapable of getting past the middle without collapsing into fits of laughing.  It is the best noise!

We have woken up, not to the forecast rain but sunny spells which for April we feel unable to argue with.  The hotel room has the perfect and unique smell of a Spanish package holiday apartment.  It is probably how the linen is cleaned or the floors mopped but it is unmistakeable and yet indescribable.

First up is breakfast which we decide to eat in for.   Off to the local shop “eroski” – how do they come up with these names?  Reminds me of a van I saw last week with the sign writing “dave’s specialist erections”.

The beach is wonderful and when I get to upload this I will show what we saw. The kids were amazed that the sand appears to be made of crushed seashells.  I could only get Susie away from the edge of the rock by shouting “crab!”

We headed for a walk towards Magaluf this afternoon out spotting the potential meal and ice cream venues.  Only stuff open at this time of day is “British” pub or cafe.  We did find some great parks for the kids though.

Gutted that the restaurant we chose for its Menu del dia was only available during the late afternoon and that by 6 it had finished.  Never mind, pizza all round and then back to the ice cream parlour.  On the way back we played chase.  I was on Susie’s team.  I said “lets go!” Susie said “its not Banana Time!”.  Overall we managed pretty well following the delays last night that caused our 15:40 flight to arrive at gone 22:00!  We get the impression that the lack of a specific schedule will even out the stresses of life with 3 children in unfamiliar surroundings with strange food and travel woes.