The weekend starts early. The car delivery is on Thursday morning, even though we’ll not use it all day. Then we go out for dinner on Thursday evening, to the local cabaret joint, chez Lolo, just a couple of minutes from home. Every other day it’s a regular French restaurant, but on Thursdays dinner is table d’hôte, and between courses there’s music and mime. It’s a fun evening which goes on quite late, Lolo gets more and more excitable and to be honest I can’t follow all he says in rapid and naughty French but it’s nevertheless hilarious!
On Friday we’re up early – off to the Capital, specifically the police station to get fingerprinted – nope we’ve not done anything bad, it’s part of the right to-remain, which we’ve already been granted, the formal stuff just takes a while. Our first brush with the law isn’t particularly pleasant, the copper on the door is as aggressive as you’d expect a “Met Officer” dealing with an immigrant to be – but the next one was more helpful, explaining our appointments had been moved across town to another station, so we hot-foot the mile or so. Officer number three is totally pleasant and deals swiftly with our paperwork.
A quick nip into Body Shop and the market and we’re on our way home, 160km round-trip for a 10 minute job, which we’ll have to repeat in October, happily it’s a lovely drive.
Back before lunchtime we’re working as usual until pool-time, then more walkies, finally roasted cod in red pepper sauce with Parmesan crust, except I use Grana Padano here.
Saturday starts with shopping of course, so after breakfast we drive up to Mercadana, do battle in the car park, and stock up with nearly everything needed for 21 meals. We seem to spend a lot more here, but in Yorkshire we don’t need to buy wine, and meat comes from the farm-shop, so maybe it’s comparable?
Anyway, hubby is on a cleaning mission and I have lots of work to do, so the day soon vanishes. Between work, I prepare rabbit for a pie and hubby makes hot-cross buns.
A bit later we take our evening stroll, and stop off at Roca Negra for a strawberry daiquiri. Officially we’ve not eaten here at the restaurant but it is on the lunchtime circuit where we love seeing the sea crash into the rocks – the place is closed at lunch so we make use of their cable-drum tables on the rock below the main area.
Dinner is Pork Stroganoff which is yummy!
Sunday breakfast is shared with Sheffield friends although they don’t get to enjoy fabulous hubby-made hot-cross buns like we do, it’s great to catch up with what’s happening, the heatwave and other news.
We’re re-doing a coastal walk north today, from Playa San Juan towards Los Gigantes, but not going that far. We pass Alcalá, and the fabulous Gran Meliá hotel nearby, and get an enormous Cornetto in Santiago del Teide before re-tracing our steps. This part of the coast has the most fabulous lava formations – one wonders how spectacular it was five million years ago when Teide was forming the island we know now?
After replenishing the car’s thirst we spend the afternoon pool-side, interrupted only by cooking demands, starting with making pastry for later. Between pool visits I prep chorizo and rabbit pie.
