Thursday marked the end of our couple’s retreat and the arrival of our two close friends, Abi & Will, for some fun in the sun. Abi & I left the boys to go “pump some iron”, whilst we treated ourselves to a leisurely ladies breakfast on the terrace, munching on a big boat of my beloved mango in the sunshine.
It never ceases to amaze me how time flies when you’re catching up with an old friend and, before we knew it, we had spent a good few hours chatting about everything and nothing, and it was time to get some food on the table.
As a feeder, I am always happy to prepare the spread and take some level of pride in choosing its contents.
A big salad; honeydew melon & parma ham; fried chorizo sausage; a selection of cured meats; and homemade bruschetta, seemed to put a smile on everyone’s faces.
I do love me some bruschetta.
And after a couple of hours of non-stop nattering & sunshine soaking, we parted ways to get ready for the evening ahead.
It was to be a civilised, low-key affair, starting with a yummy tapas dinner followed by a few casual drinks in the Port… but perhaps it should have been obvious to us that such mature intentions were destined for failure.
Veuve was popped, with Michael doing the honours.
And after a bottle of champagne and numerous gin&tonics, it’s fair to say that we were all feeling rather merry.
I insisted on some snaps with the view.
Before we hurried down to meet our irate taxi driver.
Puerto Banus is somewhere that I personally really enjoy going on holiday (this trip being no less than my 5th visit), as I feel that it offers something for everyone, although I must admit that the crowd was slightly more TOWIE this year than I previously remember.
We strolled the length of the port, admiring the beautiful sky & setting sun.
Before heading to La Moraga for our dinner reservation.
For once, I decided to leave my camera in my bag (for the better part of the meal, at least), as we were simply having too much fun for me to want to focus on anything else.
What I can and will say, however, is that La Moraga served us a feast fit for Kings, and an extraordinarily well priced one at that.
The service was epic, with the staff kindly gifting us a glass of champers each at the end of our meal.
Something which happened throughout our stay in Spain, and something which we can all only dream of happening here in London.
In safe company, 4 spoons got stuck into the triple chocolate mousse.
Which may have ended up in other places than our mouths. Whoops.
And with dinner complete, it was time for that one drink in the Port.
For a reason I can no longer recall, Abi & I purchased blinking pink Minnie Mouse ears (in fairness to us, we did haggle them down from €20 to €4, much to our ego’s momentous satisfaction at the time).
Although, the street seller had no change at the time, so left us with these what-everyone’s-dreams-are-made-of goods to prove his worth whilst he went in search of some coins.
I couldn’t believe it when he returned with our cash! Faith well & truly revived in the human race.
We took to the D-floor, singing along like we were the next Madonna.
We made lots of new friends.
^ And you are..?
All this tomfoolery was rather exhausting, so we had ourselves a little break.
Before deciding that we needed food. (The turning point of every night out, and one that should always, always be resisted if one wishes to retain any sense of dignity, in my opinion.)
Pizza, to be exact.
We made ourselves at home.
Much to the dismay of the large crowd of people waiting to be fed, who weren’t receiving the same special attention.
How could they not see, the more hands the better?
After our ‘quiet one’, we piled into the taxi and rolled into bed at the respectable hour of 4:30.
Oh well, spontaneous nights always make for the best stories.