Monday, January 24, 2011
What a pleasant surprise Lanzarote was. I don't know why but I always assumed the place was on the coast of Spain. However, when Googling to find a holiday a couple of weeks ago, I discovered it was one of the Canary Islands and decided to give it a go.
It was a last minute booking but one we'll never regret. It turned out to be the best holiday of my life. The whole experience was chill-axing from start to finish. Our hotel, The Rubicon Palace was fantastic. I loved everything about it from The Piano bar, to the Disco bar to the Pool bar.
The Pool bar was great because we could have a long, leisurely lie in and make our way there at around 11.00 am for a breakfast of meat, cheese, rolls, fruit, yoghurt etc. Or if we had an earlier breakfast at the restaurant we could have a buffet-style lunch there. Part of the bar was boat shaped and the views absolutely stunning.
The weather was outstanding. A far cry from miserable, wet cold, Wales. In fact, that's one of the reasons I like going abroad at this time of the year. I tend to suffer from a mild form of SAD when the shorter days begin, so a holiday in January [when temperatures are sometimes as high as 26 deg, is fine with me!]
I was so chilled out, I even managed to finish my Paul O'Grady autobiography, The Devil Rides Out. I haven't been in a reading mood for ages, so that was great. A highly recommended read by the way and a follow up to, At My Mother's Knee. Very funny. I could tell he wrote it himself as I read it I could hear his voice in my head.
So, it's now back to Blighty and reality. A mound of dirty washing, slate grey skies and back to the daily grind. C'est la vie!