Back from the beach

September 15th, 2005

And with a sigh, our holiday ends. Relaxing complete; books read; stomach slowly recovering from protein oversupply.

It’s been good, and all the usual benefits have featured in abundance: fine weather, rich eating, the glorious self indulgence of the siesta. But there were a handful of little things, unexpected differences that lent living differently for a fortnight that little extra kick of enjoyment:

  • Rolls with every meal. Fresh bread is just delicious, and if I’m hungry then regardless of how bad I’m (repeatedly) told the carb is, there’s no way I’ll abstain. Hmmm …are you not going to finish yours..?
  • Danone Activia yogurt, muesli flavour. You can get the cereal variety here which is nice enough, but muesli? Sehr, sehr gut.
  • Fanta LĂ­mon. Okay, it’s available here, but it’s never quite the same as when you’re slaking a hot beach thirst.
  • Moroccan tea rooms. Fancy a milky Andalucian infusion before bedtime? At 00:45? No problem. Still open. Delicious.
  • Late living. In fact, the whole pace of life appeals. Sleeping during the day means that children stay up late and the city centre at night belongs to families, not gangs of cap wearing, alcopop quaffing youths.

That said, there are a couple of hidden benefits to coming home, too.

  • The luxury of your own kitchen knives. Sharp, clean, and you’re used to the heft. No blunt-spoon butchering of those fresh plum tomoatoes whe you’re back in your own kitchen.
  • Bed. The ultimate compensation for melancholy of a holiday’s end is spending the night under your own duvet, sinking your head into your own pillows. Bliss.

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