Writing on the wall

The day started with a dramatic thunderstorm, during which I completely failed to capture any of the spectacular forked lighting.

Andy seemed to think that jumping in the pool during the storm might be as warm as it had been the other night. Unsurprisingly it wasn't. It was quite refreshing, though.

In the evening we went into the centre of Pineda so the boys could get souvenirs. Mo and I had some excellent cava sangria in the lively square, and the tourist office helped us sort out a taxi for the next day. I liked all the words tumbling over the walls of their building.