This morning feels like a carbon copy of the previous two. Again we sleep in and just make it to breakfast. At least this morning we don't pig out. Neither of us seem to be particularly hungry which I suspect might have something to do with us not exerting ourselves overly much yesterday. I spot a young girl in a bright pink bikini posing for photos on the beach. Issy sees her too, and gives me permission to look at her. She looks like she might be a model here for a photo shoot.
Issy says she wants a bit of variety today, so she's going to lie next to the pool. I fall asleep in the room while she heads off. I wake up and go to join her, but before I've got a chance to sit down she tells me that she'd prefer we went back to the beach. There goes our variety for the day.
We park ourselves on the beach, on sun lounges, under an umbrella. It's still sunny, but clouds are starting to build up, and I think it might be raining not too far away along the coast. The model in the pink
bikini is lying on a sun lounge nearby, next to a man who looks to be roughly twice her age. I thought that he might have been a professional photographer but I now wonder if they might actually have a slightly different relationship. I think he might be very rich. I overhear them talk. They're French; of course they're French. She starts 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 starts pushing on them to help keep them there. She moves them back but his hands stay where they were. 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, and cools us down. I hope it might cool them down too, but I suspect this might need more than a few spots of rain.
Issy decides to test out the umbrella system, so she puts up the "service please" flag. Within a couple of minutes a waiter 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, so she hasn't given any though to her order. I'm not sure she actually wants anything. She decides that she probably won't be too popular if she tells him she was just testing whether or not he'd turn up, so she orders us both some fruit juice. It starts raining more heavily, so we head back to the room before our drinks arrive. The rain hasn't done anything to slow the French couple down; they're still hard at it. I ask Issy what she thinks will happen to our drinks. She sits on our balcony keeping watch for the waiter. She spots him and asks me what she needs to yell at him in French to get his attention. I'm not sure why she thinks she needs to yell in French. We haven't come across any staff members yet who don't speak English, so "hey you" will probably do it. He wanders up and down along the beach in the now pouring rain looking for us before we eventually manage to grab his attention. He's completely soaked and our drinks are now very dilute.
It's now mid afternoon and the rain's showing no sign of letting up. We settle in on our balcony for what 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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