2025/w18
Tense, waiting for a visa a few days before a flight you’ve already booked to a hotel you’ve already paid for. Big plastic envelope arriving 3 days before the flight. Has her passport in it which is maybe stamped Schengen and maybe not, don’t know until it’s in your hands. You have to do it that way, they don’t let you apply for the visa unless you already have a flight and hotel booked.
The visa worked out. We met up in Gatwick airport, ate spicy chicken, drank virgin marys, boarded the plane. Security was quick and painless. Landed in Malaga. Border control was quick and pain-free.
Got on a bus. Picked up the keys from a lockbox in Princesa. Headed to the apartment. Ate KFC at the beach just after sundown. Pretty sunset, heavy clouds, golden beams for borders and lime green and orange stripes along horizon. Nosotres fuimos al DIA por la mañana for eggs and mozarella and stuff for the hair and face. After coffee and breakfast, a walk along the beach and into the town centre. I dosed us both with Benedryl, for allergies, without realizing it was going to take us entirely out of commission. Very cloudy day on a very sunny day. A lot of coffee. Laid down on the bench, head in lap.
The patch where I spilt water 12 hours later wet with tears. I can’t answer these questions, though I’m trying, not in words. And omelettes, and patatas bravas, and an hamburgeusa. It’s been a tiring holiday. Enjoyable for the most part but I really need to take a break. Tomorrow we get on a aeroplane to Stroopwafel & Snert to see lil ol’ lb. Today we went in a photo booth in the middle of the street.
It’s time to go to sleep now maybe. Got to get up early to be treated like a convict by a low-priced airline.
