Apartments Los Robles
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... as some cider for J (seems premixed G & T arent available??!!). We returned to the apartment and relaxed on the cooler of the balconies and enjoyed a brief rest after a busy day of travel.
We refreshed and recharged before heading the 15 minute walk into the bustling centre of Salamanca. I think I may have a new favourite place in Spain. Madrid was magic - but Salamanca???!!!
We passed on foot across the Rio Tormes via the aptly ...
... the boat and gave the man our boarding passes and realised that they probably need a paper copy for a step in their antiquated process.
Had some cute Italiano kids in front of us on the boat who were fascinated with our leg hair. Probably a novelty for them given that most men in ibiza seem to have waxed legs.
Arrived in formentera and picked up our mountain bike rentals and headed for ses illetes which was beautiful but packed. The water was ...
... to be than on the beachfront of a Spanish island infested with loud noise chasing young adults who pronounce it "eye-beeza"? Our flight landed 10:30 at night, it's a quick trip to the hotel, we check in as quickly as possible and dump our bags off to be left in the room alone; as you would a pesky 17kg immobile child who can surely not get into any trouble, so we could rush out and eat. Craving some nice Spanish food we spot a small local restaurant "Burger King", seems ...
... laughter of fellow diners, but we're fully booked for every evening so lunchtime it is. The pace of the day is indolent and slow, the other diners calm and quiet, the fierce sun diffused by the scented tree canopy above us, and soon we're soothed into a state of tranquility, away from the noise and bustle of the tourist environs, discovering a little piece of authentic Spanish charm to relax into.
Coman opts for the rather inauthentic pesto spaghetti for his starter, while ...
... now it's almost 5pm and the azure waters are calling us so down to the sand we go, and dumping our things head straight into the warm, warm sea. It's tropically gorgeous.
Dani, Nic and I swim out beyond most of the other bathers into cooler waters and I leave them drifting out towards the plethora of yachts bobbing in the bay while I stretch out on my back, close my eyes and let the saline water buoy me gently upon the waves; nature's very own floatation ...