No Dolenta, too shattered. We go for a stroll to find something to eat and find a lovely cafe for coffee and assortment of meats, cheese and salad. A stroll through the town and I get attention of course but its the tattoo's and the rather deep pre-holiday tan that cause it and madame is relaxed.
Off for a stroll through the town being led by Andy. We find somewhere for a late lunch of pizza, well when in Rome or rather Palma.
By the time we decide to stop gossiping and move on its gone four so make our way back to the hotel. Andy makes his way back to Dolenta and we three change and its up to the pool on the roof for a while and the red swimsuit gets worn in anger for the first time.
We meet up around seven and go out in search of a restaurant and dinner via Andy's GPS and a delicious dinner ensues over the next three hours. We have to give up our table as its booked. Strange how I elected not to dress tonight and I am reminded of this when 30 yes thirty Italian boisterous rugby players turn up! We get back to the hotel gone 11 and madame and I are out again within 30 mins looking for a late night coffee getting to bed around 12.30.
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