In 2019 number two son paid and booked for me and his mum to stay in an hotel in the Algarve. The taxi from the airport took us to the big hotel overlooking the sea.
We were both in our fifties (I still am) and seemed to be the youngest people staying at the hotel. Apparently Saga Holidays use the hotel for some of their Algarve holidays destinations.
There was even talk of a quiz evening and bingo. I thought:" It will soon be "Tie a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree." They certainly knew how to have a good time. "Any one for a bird watching excursion?"
Next morning we went down for breakfast and there was hot and cold food placed on tables for us to queue up buffet style. We decided to go for a 'full' English breakfast and sat down amongst a lot of very elderly people.
They seemed to be filling their boots before their coach excursions and we (mainly yours truly) began to start our typical Brits/Irish breakfast conversation about the Baked Beans not being Heinz and it wasn't like the "proper" bacon you get at home.
You go abroad for the sun not the food. That's my motto. Perhaps my next holiday will be in Benidorm? Apparently it's like Blackpool in the sun!
What's a Blackpool donkey get for its dinner? Half an hour!😊
We went out for a stroll and a couple/few of sherbet dabs and returned later that day. We walked round the grounds of the hotel and there was a young man wearing shorts and a woman in the swimming pool dressed in a bikini. She was rather scrumptious and about 25 and I realised that we weren't the youngest people staying in the hotel.
We decided to take the lift and Bikini Lady and her partner got in the same lift. She was about two feet from me. I didn't know where to look. Well apart from the obvious.
The lift journey must have took a few minutes at the most. Throughout the lift journey Bikini Lady just stared me in my eyes. She was like Raquel Welch in A Million Years BC and she knew it.
I bet they thought they had just shared the lift with two people old enough to be their parents. We had shared the same thoughts at breakfast.
Have you ever been to Benidorm?