Beach

Started the day enthusiastically with a class which I thought would be aeróbic like. Instead it was a Spanish kettlebell class with many random movements and a whole lot of sweat. Hmm. Not quite the endorphin release I thought
Breakfast. Wee wander round Corralejo then our daily tramp to the beach.
Mad dogs, Englishmen and us waking an hour in the midday sun. Flopped on our spot, read, swam then back again. Each day we pass this rather eccentric garden and wonder what lies within. Somebody is bonkers.
22,300 steps mainly squandered on the hotel’s Mexican themed food tonight Oh my it were good!