Summer Resort

 A long journey yesterday. 4 hours  on the road and then endless trips up 4 zigzag ramps to haul up to our room pillows, bedding, suitcases with clothes, bathroom gear and other bags of necessary paraphernalia. 

We are at our favourite Navy resort for 2 weeks. Cheap and cheerful.  They provide a room with 2 beds and mattresses, bathroom, a cupboard and a small fridge. We bring the rest.

At the end of last summer we decided we needed to cut down on all the things we 'needed'. So I made, a list. 4 pages long. The only thing we cut down on were the number of books for me to read.  6 instead of 10.

So here we are. 2nd day and 2nd day of high winds, whirling sand , flying chairs and waves?  Waves? The sea is supposed to be as flat as a millpond. I don't 'do' waves anymore. Had enough of them in NZ. This is the Med.

It's s end of season and there's a serious lack of 'essentials'.  No coke zero and no wine or raki in the subsidised supermarket. We had to make an emergency dash for a nearby Lidls this morning.

A local alien with a mug of red wine. No wine glasses this year. 

Nothing much else to do anyway with this wind. If we can't swim there's nothing left besides  drink coffee, eat and gossip. K has found a few Navy friends for the gossip.  But they have their wives with them. I'm seriously antisocial. I'm on holiday. Small talk is not my forte.

I've retired to a distant table to 'work'.   Our rooms have virtually no internet signal so I have to come down to the cafeteria to write my blog.

I've downloaded a couple of games to play when I wake up at 2am.  I can't listen to YouTube and I can't turn on the light to read my book. 

So there you have our lives for the next week or so. 

No washing, no cleaning, No cooking. The only thing i have to do is sweep up some sand now and again. It always ends up on the floor of the room no matter how well we shower before returning.