Day 3

This morning our breakfast had an even better treat as we were entertained by a live clarinetist, serenading us whilst we had our pancakes and eggs. Barcelo Nura are really pulling out all the stops for us!

This music relaxed Anna and the Cava orange juice gave me enough courage to get my hair cut, by Anna, not Spanish hairdressers. I’m one of those guys who only likes to go to the same hairdresser each time and since they were on holiday before we left for holidays, I’ve been enjoying the 40 degree heat with my long hair. I have no idea how people do that!

With no blood or bald patches, I made it through Anna’s trim and we even enjoyed a Facetime call from our dog back home, Pippin. She didn’t seem at all impressed that we had left her at home and we got the silent treatment all phone-call.

As we headed West yesterday to Binibeca, we set out to head East today to Punta Prima. Instead of walking the 15mins to get there, we opted for the novelty Ting Ting train that could only manage 5mph over the countless speed bumps. After 30minutes, we arrived at our destination, a very small coastal town with a handful of restaurants and a beach shop.

Our exploration of Punta Prima was quite short and with no Ting Ting train for another hour, we enjoyed a drink by the beach and watched the beach goers get up to all sorts of activities. Mainly sunbathing but we did get the odd game of catch going on, not olympic standard by any means however.

Our train back was much quicker and we arrived back in the middle of a French domestic. A few pools away from us, a couple were arguing

about something and it sounded quite heated. We weren’t sure what was going on but even the lifeguards had taken an interest and were watching on from a distance.

Unfortunately, we had to go! We booked ourselves into the hotel’s Wellness Suite. Basically an indoor pool with jacuzzis, saunas and showers with about 9 nozzles pointing at you. For a free service it was grand but it was nearly time for Liverpool v Chelsea!

I managed to watch a stream of the football as Anna got ready for dinner with our plan to grab something small from the hotel’s snack bar and have a few drinks before this evening’s entertainment of a jazz singer. All was about to change though.

Drama! After dinner, we arrived back to our room to more French fighting from the same room as earlier. My basic French helped me know that they weren’t arguing about what subject they prefer in school, it was much more serious. So serious in fact that Anna even went to reception to alert them to this.

In our calm and quiet hotel, those in the rooms opposite us were in the balcony and people had come out of their rooms to their pools just to see what is happening. Finally, we got a glimpse of the couple as she stormed off with him following, the arguing continued and she finally got loose and disappeared. He went back to his room and grabbed his toiletry bag (well what looked to be it) and for the next 10 minutes he scoured the hotel looking for her.

It was like our own true crime documentary and the whole hotel was on the edge of their seats! Finally, as if scripted by the producers of Love Island, he spotted her from a far and continued the argument, except this time, he was on the balcony of the bar shouting down to her by the pool. They both came together and left out of sight. To be continued I guess…

*sorry for the lack of pics to explain this, we were too engrossed/scared*

With all the drama that was going on, we also managed to rack up 700 insta followers! Look at us flying eh? Anna’s sister wanted a celebratory acknowledgement so I took an evening dive in the pool. Thanks for the follows guys!

We also forgot all about our Jazz singer so we hit the bar and wondered where everyone was. There was no more than 15 people there and the singer was trying her best to start the party. She had smoke machines and was getting the crowd to clap along. It was a tough crowd and a hard shift but she kept going! A for effort and enthusiasm that’s for sure.