We return to Scallops on Sunday to redeem our free breakfast voucher. Its a lovely morning so we sit in the Rose garden. Again the food is good and plenty for me. I add an orange juice for 0.75 cents. I look at the menu. If I had paid for breakfast it would have cost me 2.95 Euros and baked beans and toast would be added.
Dave decides to mop the floors. I do some writing and head out for a walk. I am in no hurry today so make it more of a stroll, soaking up the suns rays. An approaching car toots its horn. Don’t know why. I put on my t-shirt as I enter the Port and today walk up to the red beacon on the south side of the Port, near the fishing boats across from the marina. As I leave the Port I take off my t-shirt and walk the road beach side. As I cross the bridge approaching El Arenal Beach another car horn toots. I look up and the driver is tugging his shirt. The passenger window is down and his wife shouts something as they drive past. Why? Then it occurs to me is there something in the fact I am not wearing a top? I am always concerned about that and make every best endeavour to put my t-shirt on in town. I sit down and do a Google search.
I discover that in 2011 Barcelona introduced a law to stop people coming off the beach in swimming costumes and walking through the city centre. It has extended to Malaga and Palma de Mallorca with on the spot fines around 200 Euros and more in some places. Like many laws in Spain they are regional, interpreted differently and often unknown. If the laws are not particularly well policed then locals who normally have a jaundiced and biased point of view will make their feelings known … hence the tooting horns. Now I know. When in Spain …🇪🇸.
Fi is making dinner and opens a can of Heinz baked beans. There is not one single bean in the can, only sauce.
Sarah has checked-in at the airport for the first leg of her flight.
Until next time 🌏