This morning feels like a carbon copy of the last two mornings. Again we sleep in and we just make it to breakfast in time. This morning I don't pig out. I don't feel particularly hungry. I think that this might have something to do with us not exerting ourselves overly much yesterday. As we sit at breakfast I see a young girl in a bright pink bikini posing for photos on the beach. Issy sees her too. She tells me that I am allowed to look at her. I think that she is a model here for a photo shoot.
We go back to our room. Issy says she wants a bit of variety today. She says that she wants to lie next to the pool instead of lying on the beach. I fall asleep in the room and she goes to the pool. When I wake up I go to find her, but before I have a chance to sit down, she tells me that she would prefer that we go back to the beach. There goes our variety for the day.
We park ourselves on the beach, on sun lounges, under an umbrella. It is still
sunny, but clouds are starting to build up, and I think it is raining not too far away along the coast. The model in the pink bikini that we saw at breakfast is lying on a sun lounge next to us. There is a man lying on the sun lounge next to her. He is roughly twice her age. I thought that he might have been a professional photographer but I now wonder if they may actually have a slightly different relationship. I think he might be very rich. I overhear them talk. They are French. Of course they are French. She lies on the sun lounge doing calisthenics and manages to do the splits lying down. Her legs are as far apart as they can be, at right angles to her body. Her much older companion is pushing on her legs to help keep them there. She moves her legs back into a more normal position but he doesn't remove his hands. He can't keep his hands off her. She doesn't seem to be putting up too much resistance. He sits facing her, and she starts massaging his shoulders with her feet. It starts raining. I hope that this
might cool them down. It's cooling us down. I think that they might need a couple of fire hoses to cool them down.
Issy decides that she will test out the flag system on the umbrella, so she puts up the "service please" flag. Within a couple of minutes a man turns up and asks us what we want. Issy didn't think that the system would work so efficiently. I don't think she thought that it would work at all. She has no idea what she wants. I don't think she actually wants anything. She decides that she probably won't be too popular if she tells the man that she was just testing whether or not he would turn up. The man gives her a few drinks options, and she says that we will both have some fruit juice. It starts raining more heavily, so we go back to our room before the drinks arrive. The French couple are still hard at it. I ask Issy what she thinks will happen to our drinks. She sits on our balcony keeping watch for the drinks man trying to deliver drinks to us on the beach in the rain. She sees him. She asks me what she needs to yell at him in French to get his attention. I don't know why she thinks she needs to yell in French. All the staff here speak English. "Hey you" will probably do it. The man wanders up and down along the beach in the now pouring rain looking for us. Issy struggles to get his attention. Eventually he hears her. He comes up to our balcony with our drinks. He is soaked and our drinks are very diluted.
It is now mid afternoon and the rain is showing no sign of letting up. We settle in on our balcony. I sense that this will be another day of complete inactivity.
We go to dinner. Issy says that I shouldn't write that there was an older man in the dining room wearing sandals.
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