It must have been somewhere around 1pm when I finally arrived back at the Bristol Hotel to be greeted by Carol, Sheila and Joe who had all had a very relaxing morning around the pool. My timing couldn’t have been better really as they had all decided they would like a lunchtime stroll down Main Street to find either a sandwich or a panini to take back and eat beside the pool; not being someone who needed telling twice I was delighted to join in the forage because I was certainly ready for something to eat. I also quite liked the idea of taking a sandwich back to eat beside the pool as I quite fancied chilling out with a dip after lunch.
It didn’t take long to find a sandwich/pastry take-away shop (resembling a sort of UK Greggs type place) and it wasn’t long before we all decided it would become our regular pit-stop because the food was excellent. I don’t remember the name of the place but it’s just down Main Street from the Bristol, on the left before Marks and Spencer and I can highly recommend it.
Back at the hotel we all sat around the pool eating our food as I shared stories about my morning, and they shared stories about theirs. Naturally my morning had been the most physically active but with regard to enjoyability my feeling is that we were all very much equal; the morning around the pool in the warm sunshine had been very relaxing and restful for them all and after the morning I’d had I decided I’d like some of that for myself during the afternoon.
With lunch over I got myself a sun bed, towels and a book (given to me on a recent visit to my hometown Newcastle as a gift from an old Royal Navy comrade, John) then lay down looking up enjoying the view of a palm tree in the blue sky; it wasn’t long before my eyes closed and I was reliving my morning for a second time in wonderful day dream. Nirvana didn’t come close.