The sunset from the roof terrace last night was decent, I slept well with my bodyclock seeming to settle now. Energy nearly restoredUp early, stretching done, C30 loaded with the inflatable toy, and on a sunny beach before 9Blow up the toy, and get my first hours on my Stand-up Paddle Board in before too many folk would break a rib laughing at my flopping off on the waves.
After 30 mins of split time on and off the board I got back in the groove. Taking a coffee break (10:00 is national have a rest time everywhere) I chatted to a guy sat near my landing place. Smashing bloke, and as we chatted I found I was talking to an awesome character. Antonio is an international champion!
I pulled up outside the bar, unloaded the rolled up board and heard a car horn. Margaret and Deryk had seen me and stopped to help me at the bar, bless em. My stability on the water a little impaired and more entertaining dismounts for the beach combers were the cerveza influenced results.
A special day that still had time for me to meet Prisci (my Spanish intercambio mentor) and discuss my poor progress. Meeting a national Para Olympic Champion bought me a a reprieve. Mild scolding and only two forearm pinches (didn’t hurt) looks like a weekly routine if the paddle board stays so much fun.