Tranquility

A lunchtime view. We both went to the weekly vigil in the square. There are 92 names now -- eight up on when I first did it. I was disappointed that even after A and F had explained the minute of silence in Spanish and English, many people sitting on cafe terraces continued to chatter. The guy who had been sitting on the steps of the town hall playing the guitar and rending the air with his terrible voice was tactfully persuaded to move away, but then started strumming again at a distance while A was reading the names. Still, it feels meaningful to do this and during the minute's silence I always think of S's cousin, murdered by her husband in 2013.

We had a drink together as usual afterwards, and then S and I headed off for lunch out. I had checked via Google that the beachside restaurant we intended to go to was open, but to cut a long story short, we visited three restaurants including one S phoned first, to find all of them closed. Fourth time lucky, we ended up at the pizzeria at the Marina del Este -- the only place open on the port.  The service wasn't great, but the food was fine, albeit a bit expensive for what it was. And the location on the edge of the marina was good, with a view of the boats and fresh sea air. This view was taken from the car park.

With all the wandering around and slow service, we didn't get home till half past four. I'm off out again shortly for the evening intercambio.