Here's my 'stream of consciousness' report of my Sunday afternoon walk round the Paseo Marítimo in San Antonio.
The pensioners, basking like seals on the sundrenched balconies of the Hawaii hotel, the veranda of the Punta des Moli restaurant, full of chattering diners, and the smell of grilling fish and garlic cutting across the fresh salty tang of the see breeze. And people. Strolling, with kids, with buggies, with dogs. A gaggle of Podencos at full stretch on the sands, unsullied by discipline. Skateboarders, baggy-trousered youths; kite boarders, wet-suited and skittering the cold blue sea; and a roller skating family, mum, dad, and the kids. The thermometer showing twenty degrees, yachts gently bobbing and 'clinking' outside the Club Nautico, palm leaves rustling in the breeze. Best of all, crowds of people relaxing on the terraces of Rita's, the Island Café and so on, reading the Sunday papers, gossiping and watching the world go by……and tranquility.
Sorry, but I get a bit Byronesque after lovely days like today.
Does it make you want to be here?
The pensioners, basking like seals on the sundrenched balconies of the Hawaii hotel, the veranda of the Punta des Moli restaurant, full of chattering diners, and the smell of grilling fish and garlic cutting across the fresh salty tang of the see breeze. And people. Strolling, with kids, with buggies, with dogs. A gaggle of Podencos at full stretch on the sands, unsullied by discipline. Skateboarders, baggy-trousered youths; kite boarders, wet-suited and skittering the cold blue sea; and a roller skating family, mum, dad, and the kids. The thermometer showing twenty degrees, yachts gently bobbing and 'clinking' outside the Club Nautico, palm leaves rustling in the breeze. Best of all, crowds of people relaxing on the terraces of Rita's, the Island Café and so on, reading the Sunday papers, gossiping and watching the world go by……and tranquility.
Sorry, but I get a bit Byronesque after lovely days like today.
Does it make you want to be here?
