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... water feature that no longer flowed, and those high and impressive trees. Returning to the pool the girls lured me into a trap, Rosina squirting me with the water pistol. George returned to his swimming. Lounging by the pool was pleasant as I watched over George. As for Ellie she had to get on with her maths study, sitting in the conservatory where she could pick up wifi. Every day she had to revise ready to gain her maths degree at the end of the spring. We went out for a while to ...
... of antibiotics. Though I was initially worried I recalled that the indicator of having picked up Lyme disease is a bulls eye ring, not a simple reddening of the skin. What I had was more likely to be an allergy. Back by the hotel pool, as George had yet another swim, I talked with the Dutch lady Katja, and she called her husband because he apparently knew of such things, and he said my rash didn't sound serious. He once had a tick bite that led to a blue line all up one ...
... a dormant air though which spoke of once great majesty, another human being appeared, a maid, and she indicated that we enjoy the gardens until the management arrived.
And so we came to meet Manuel who was the director of the place, and whose family owned the farm. He led us to an apartment beside the farmhouse which smelt of mildew. Unoccupied for this past winter it obviously needed a good airing.
I soon enough liked where ...
... 10km from the main airport for the island was not an issue with very little disturbance.
Being on holiday with teenagers has challenges but on the whole both my niece and nephew were good company - well for most of the time anyway! Emma did rustle up a nice pasta dish on one evening that had us going back for a second helping and proved that she was more Pasta Master than Pasta Disaster and James took losing at cards pretty well - it is not the winning that ...
... massive bruise on her bum. We continued around the island looking at caves, waterholes and private beaches. Fighting the wind to get back to the beach we realised we were to late and missed bus home so we got to spend a little more time at the beach then a massive hike up to the bus stop. We walked home getting pizza/pasta on the way then played drinking games for the rest of the ...