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Writer's pictureCindy et Louis

An unusual man

This morning, it was Louis who almost got me out of bed so that we could bring the scooter back on time. I want to be lazy in bed. For those who know me, you understand the irony, for others, I am generally the early riser and almost always the first up.

Let's say that this trip has somewhat tired me, but I'm not complaining, far from it.


So we go back on the scooter and we hit the road with much more ease than the morning before. Then we walk the streets looking for a breakfast restaurant with eggs and bacon for Louis. I find some on the net, on Louis' cell phone because I don't have access to it, but a twenty-minute walk away. We keep the restaurant in mind but as we walk on a long walkway on the edge of the beach, we tell ourselves that we will surely find something good and we are right. Superb breakfast on the waterfront. In fact, we are really at the end of the footbridge because there is us, there is the footbridge where people are walking and the large terrace next to the restaurant.



Funny fact: while our server is talking to us and then backing up to return to the restaurant, an elderly gentleman passes right next to the server and moves his leg to tripp the waiter, “flagrant tripping”. I know it, I see it. The waiter gives him the middle finger and the gentleman follows him, shouting nonsense in Spanish such as you mother is a prostitute. Like everywhere, there are people who are having a bad days!


We then stop at the shopping center near the cruise ships. Let's say it seems to have been created for boat passengers. It is huge. We also feel that the Covid-19 has been hard on the cruise and tourism industry as several stores are closed inside.


We go back to dinner at the small restaurant near the boat. I ask the waiter to make me a drink of his choice. I can't tell you the name of the mix but I can tell you it was aperol, water and Cava. I ask the waiter if Cava is a bit like Prosecco, with bubbles and he tells me yes, but that Prosecco is Italian and Cava is Spanish. I did not know. Let's say that we will have made some comparisons in this trip with Italian products. Like the Iberian ham that I compared to prosciutto. I was told the same thing. One: globalization requires, two: I make the comparisons I can, it's not to offend anyone. I like to eat local and discover everything there is to discover!


We then return to the boat to work on it a bit and quietly prepare it for our approaching departure. What's different this time is that we'll be back soon and it won't freeze like in Newfoundland, so it's a little faster as a preparation to start.



When we return to our wharf, we see the beautiful catches that a fisherman pulls out of his motorboat, or was it a small boat?


I then go and get pizzas from a small pizzeria a few blocks away. The lady doesn't speak English at all so I have to pick up my phone and translate the ingredients I want. Very funny, but I loved it! I learned that cebollas are onions. Can't wait to come back and learn a few more words, but all in all, Louis and I did well with our CEGEP Spanish classes from… a few decades ago :)


Another beautiful day at 26-27 degrees Celsius.

I thought it was cooler in March. Let's say we were lucky but we will know more about when we return. With the wind, we were fine.

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