As the sun lifted itself higher into the sky, the clocks turned to midday, and the sun became a smaller circle but brighter. It beamed down on me at an intense heat. It was too hot. I felt like a small bug under a magnifying glass getting hotter and hotter, as the heat was almost doubled. This made me uncomfortable and sticky. My skin began to shine and go a tiny bit red.
I stood up. The pool looked inviting as the sun glared off the shimmering surface and reflected into my eyes. I stretched and jumped into the pool. I expected a cool refreshing feeling all over thus hoping to relieve me from the risk of burning and being uncomfortable. The water level rose up to my neck, I shivered. It was so cold. I felt like I couldn’t breath. Although, as I began to swim lengths of the pool, my body soon adjusted to the temperature of the blue salty pool water. It began to feel warm, and so did i.
I started to get bored of swimming up and down so I thrusted my self out of the pool at the opposite end to where my towels and clothes were laid. I noticed the sun had gone behind a cloud at this time, and now even out of the pool I began to feel cold. I briskly walked to my lounger and wrapped my whole body in a towel and sat there. The sun began to emerge from behind the cloud like a car headlight in fog. I lay back slightly warmer for at least another hour, and then headed back to my apartment. This was only a very short walk from the pool and along the way I passed the on site mini market and the Tennis courts. There was one tennis court on site but it was rarely used, so I could get on it whenever. It was always free!
The apartment was to my liking, very much so with a colour television and a radio that both stood firmly on a modern looking pine unit. My huge bedroom had heated blankets and a table in the corner with a mirror just above it. The double bed I slept in had a reading light above and had bedside units on each side. As it got so humid during the night I never used the heated blanket, I even found myself leaving the French doors ajar to air the room. About two meters away to the left of my bed was a dark rose wood door with unusual grain markings, which lead to an on suit bathroom. This had a shower within the bath, and a sink. The room wasn’t very spacious but with it being the onsuit bathroom it wasn’t expected. In the next room was a long green settee, which sunk in as you sat on it. It was amazingly comfy. This faced a spectacular Oil Painting hung on the plain white wall. This one was of a curved bridge that lead across a flowing stream that had Lillie pads floating across it. This if I remember correctly, was a piece of Claude Monet’s work. Also in this long stretched room was a well-equipped kitchen area, which had everything we needed for the fortnights stay.
I walked into the apartment and straight out on to the balcony. It had four chairs and a round table to one side, and the other side was left free. My Grandad and me would usually come out here to play cards at night. The balcony itself was enclosed by the surrounding greenery, and was hidden away from people walking by therefore I had my privacy. It was as wide as the apartment itself and had to accessible doors on each side so you could leave them open to air the apartment during the day and at night.
My Dad came into the apartment and said, “lets get ready” because we were all going out for last night meal. We walked along the long tiled corridor to the Reception desk and left the key with Wan, our reception man who I had become friends with within the first week. As I strolled down the road that lead out of the quiet resort of El Trebol into the night life of Costa Teguise, I got an exiting but yet sad at the same time feeling inside me. This was because I remembered it was our last night, but I was going to make the best of it!
As me and my family approached the beach (because that’s where most of the attractions and restaurants were), I discovered a walk which lead us to a different place in that area. The walk was raised about 20 foot above the beach on a stone wall, and was light up with lanterns hung on the long branches of the palm trees curved over evenly on each side. This formed a long arch way right the way up until the path finished, which was at the far end of the beach. We then walked up and down the main front of Puerto Del Carmen until we found a restaurant that we liked. It was called “Pedro’s”. We sat down and the waiter took our orders. I ordered a fish cooked in salt crystals as I had never had it before and wanted to try something different on my last night. When the waiter brought my order out, it came on a huge silver tray and it looked like a miniature mountain, covered in snow.
The waiter then poured some flammable of liquid on, and I can remember it smelling a bit like aniseed, and he then set it alight. This I presume cooked the fish, and very quick at that. This shocked me and made me a tiny bit nervous because all eyes from other people in the restaurant were watching me my meal being cooked.
After the meal we walked home, along the same route again. Well I say home, we walked back to the apartment that had been our home for the past 14 days.
Lights flashing on the front of buildings almost like strobe trying as best as they can to try and attract the eye, and the smell of good food on every street that you walked along proved to hard to resist. I ended up buying Burger, even after a huge dinner.
It had been an enjoyable holiday, but I began to get upset as I new it was back to the apartment to start packing for our long trip back home to the abysmal weather that England always possesses.
Daniel Spedding 10G
Miss Ashton’s English
