The thing about visiting the same place on an annual basis is that you stop taking photos of your surroundings. Most of this last week's snaps are of the people that enhanced my holiday...and they choose, for some reason, not to be pasted all over my blog. I don't get it either...they all look fab in hot sweaty summer temperatures and tight spandex type swimmers.
Vista Alegre, Torrevieja
So I've recorded some maginifcent flora, some wonderful architectural additions to our usual holiday haunts and the odd bit of whimsey. Honestly, I think Mr Dunnit has more pictures on his phone than I do on my camera!
I did record some of the ex-pat and holiday maker British enjoying a garden party (because we went to it - it wasn't a 'through the railings shot, honest!) and real sunshine to celebrate the Queen's Jubilee. It was heart-warming and slightly unnerving at the same time. Mr Dunnit felt that it was a bit jingo-istic....but I figure the Spanish will celebrate King Juan Carlos' jubilee's as they arrive, so perhaps they understood. It was held in a public Park and remained open for everyone to enjoy, so at least in that sense it didn't suffer from that British 'exclusive-ness' that drives me nuts.
Spot the Brit
Our holiday home is on a large development, and the English permanent residents have of course established a Resident's Committee for the road, set some stupid rules and worse, done that frightfully english thing of throwing up locking gates to stop other people from using the communal pool etc. Makes me so cross to have to carry a set of keys 50 yards to have a swim. And not to be able to hang my towel over the balcony railing afterwards for fear of 'street untidiness'. The gates, I should tell you, are 3ft high. So if you forget your key and are in any way fit, you can vault over them. So they aren't keeping anyone out. And the towels? I hang em out anyway...gives the Chairman a reason to come and say hello!