A Spanish Siesta (with Sangria)

Well, its been and gone and the tan is already fading - boo!

People watching is a favourite hobby of mine and the holiday did not disappoint.

There was 'Mr I dont really need a wheelchair'(like Andy in Little Britain). He wheeled himself around in his motorised scooter getting in everyones way and catching everyones heels. But - come mealtimes - he parked up in the place that was in the way of the most people possible. And then he stepped out, picked up the chairs (that were so heavy that most folk could hardly move them) and rearranged them to annoy the most people possible. And then he raced around the buffet restaurant ducking and diving and filling his plate. After consuming several platefuls he returned to his scooter (acquiring a limp) and wheeled himself out to the outside seating area where he repeated the chair-moving and parking in the most awkward point. He left early - presumably in order not to miss signing-on.....

There was 'Mrs I have a terrible cough and dont like being told where to sit' - who chain-smoked and then needed a nebuliser.....

There was 'Wayne-the-pain' - a total Jack-the-lad, who, for some inexplicable reason, thought that everyone loved him. 2 days after he arrived (2 days after us) he compared his tan to mine and asked if I had been hiding from the sun. He arrived after his ex-girlfriend and proceeded to spend her Euros with impunity - even buying us a drink (I thanked HER not HIM). She was in lurve and couldnt see what a plonker he was.

The entertainment staff were everyones friend around the pool when they wanted people to play Pool Tournament (no thank you, I came on a winter break to relax and soak up the rays) but cut you dead at breakfast.

And then there were the Reps (or the invisible crew as we came to know them). Turned up to try to sell us overpriced trips or persuade us to take free trips (if we listened to a presentation on how to sleep - we generally find that being quiet and shutting our eyes works quite well). After being totally absent for a week they then nagged us on the coach home to give them top marks on our questionaire or they would struggle to find a winter placement. Fancy asking a grumpyoldwoman to fib....

Despite all of the above (and possibly partly thanks to the fact that a Mr Bean look-and-sound-alike manned reception) we had a fab holiday. Lots of sun, lots of swimming, lots of Sangria and far too much food.