Wednesday 5th July

(Lucy pretending to be a knight on the giant chess board.)
Our flight home wasn't until 18.20, so me and the Mooker had another lazy day by the pool. Lucy had hardly eaten anything since the night she was sick until I managed to tempt her with some normally unauthorised chicken nuggets and chips in the pool bar. (I had an unauthorised cheese burger, as theoretically I was still stuffed from breakfast...)
Silent smile to myself as the waiters are amazed by the fact that I can speak some spanish... (don't want to disillusion them as to the length and breadth of my stay in the Canaries!). Felt that holiday glow by the poolside as Hop disappeared for his spa thingy and Lucy slept by my side. My batteries are charged up again, and I've had a lovely couple of days not doing much except for lounging, eating and sleeping
Relatively painfree return to my home island, and oddly enough we had an English crew on the flight back. Hop bizarrely turned off the main road once we got to Santa Cruz for a short cut. (Which we knew this was never going to work due to odd spanish opening hours, and traffic being at its heaviest) and got home about 8.30pm and back to the staple of BB, beers and bed!!!!!!