Spanish nights...

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So yesterday's weather wasn't a patch on what you lot had at home over the Bank Holiday.

Am I bitter?  
Am I hacked off? 
Am I thinking of whether Cala Llonga has a tanning salon?

Well yes, all of the above, but it didn't stop us all having another great day together.  As I said to one of my lovely readers yesterday, your weather might be better but at least the drinks are free and I don't have to make the beds here.  

So yesterday, there was a general knowledge quiz around the pool.  Because the sun had forgotten what it said on its job description, daughter number one and son number two joined me in demonstrating our extensive knowledge. The Spanish chap running the quiz was as camp as Christmas with a rather noticeable lisp, but it didn't stop him flirting mercilessly with daughter number one.  I said to her that she should keep encouraging him, and the prize of an exotic cocktail each would be in the bag.

We started well, but there were a couple of curve ball questions which he threw at us which meant leaving a blank on our answer page.

One of the questions which stumped us was 'Who painted "The Lost Shopper"?  

Well, painting and artists are not one of my strengths, so we decided that Picasso would be a great answer as he was probably the most modern artist we know.  Shopping was quite a new thing wasn't it?

Another question was "Who wrote Don Quixote?"  Yet again, this drew a blank.  In rather quick succession, the quiz master then asked "Who is Carlos Sanchez?"  Well,the three of us looked blankly at each other, and eventually settled on a footballer from Barcelona.

It wasn't till we got to the end of the quiz, and the answers were being called out, that we realised that the Carlos Sanchez question wasn't a real question.  The quiz master had simply been asking who Carlos Sanchez was as he wandered around the room, having spotted that a team had put this name down as the answer to the author of Don Quixote.

Turned out that Leonarda da Vinci painted The Lost Shopper.  Although you may know it by its more common name, The Last Supper...

After four gin and tonics, three Sangrias, and a couple of Pina Coladas, it was never going to end well...


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