Tonight's beautifully crafted post has disappeared into the ether. There's not much left apart from a joke about teenage Motherwell's favourite beverage and a long gone restaurant.
There will be riots in Lanarkshire if they try charging that much.
No, not a typo but the name of a small town towards the north coast that the book suggests. Today's weather forecast is a bit iffy and it is the last day that we will have the car so we decide to go sightseeing. The best way to get there is by motorway up the coast, then cutting the corner to avoid Las Palmas. The forecast showers come to pass and the Smart Car's self activating wipers get a decent workout. When we leave the motorway there is a reasonable road that winds up the side of the valley to Teror. Parking isn't too difficult and we make our way on foot into the town. A cobbled street overlooked by wooden balconies leads to the town square, dominated by the Basilica of Our Lady of the Pine Tree, a large church built in honour of a vision of the Virgin Mary perched at the top of a pine tree in the 15th century. Presumably the local vino was pretty good back then. R wishes to visit the museum attached to the church so we go in in ...
This won't take long. R has been struck down by the lurgy again and has to go back to bed. D remembers that he forgot to write the blog yesterday and has to have two goes at it as there is a malfunction of some type. We run out of Cold & Flu capsules so D has to go to the chemist. It is getting harder to find a different beer each day. D fails to spot that this one is Gluten Free. Does removing the Gluten take the flavour out? They have awarded themselves cinco estrellas but D is only awarding ** The flat tone of the day is reinforced when a message comes from Jet 2 to tell us that our airport transfer will arrive at 11.00 on Monday. Hopefully R will be a bit better tomorrow. No fruit and veg shortages here.
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