Spanish lessons...

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It seems a good time to rattle off a few words right now.  And why now, do I hear you ask?  Well, for the first time since arriving yesterday morning, I am actually sober, so there is a good chance that my ramblings will be well spelt and punctuated, rather than resembling the result of leaving a baboon with a typewriter.

There have been a few highlights over the last twenty four hours.  The flight out for one.  We had a feeling it was going to be a bit quiet when we were waiting at the gate to board. For a start, we were the only ones there.  The questions batted back and forth between Miss R, the Mother and me.  Had we missed the flight thanks to the pre-flight shopping?  Were we at the wrong gate?  Well the answer to both these questions was no, it was just a very quiet flight.  

In total (including the pilots and stewards) there were thirteen of us on the plane.  Getting off at the other end, we headed off to the luggage hall for my least favourite part of air travel.  The Suitcase Recovery Challenge.  I always find that men are the most aggressive at the conveyor belt, whereas I am more of a hanger back, waiting till my case is the last one left.  Yesterday was a little different though.  Walking through the crowded airport to belt number 24, we accepted the fact that this could be a bit of a wait looking at the amount of people milling around.

However...

No one had even bothered to turn number 24 on.  There in isolated splendour, were our three cases.  Neatly stacked altogether, we simply picked them off and left the rest of Europe to fight over their Samsonites.

The rest of the day passed in a warm fluff of sangria and heaven knows what else.  Wallowing in the after effects of a rather boozy lunch in the sunshine, Mrs B looked up and said, 'There's a flamingo show tonight'.

Well ladies, we all knew what she really meant, but the picture in my mind of several large pink birds flapping around with maracas was one which kept me giggling for the rest of the afternoon.

Mind you, it turned out to be quite an accurate description of them in the end...

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