Octopussy

Sunday 23rd August 2009
Dy 57

We've come across some random foods during our travels so far - from ice cream toast to typhoon shelter prawns to suckling dog. But nothing was more amusing than watching Tom eat octopus and turn a whiter shade of pale. "Are there beans in it?" he asked. It was quite difficult to tell a boy already distrubed by what he'd just experienced that "no, there weren´t any beans in it....they were the octopus suckers."

Our day started with a trip to some pretty cool second hand markets where I picked up a pair of one Euro sunnies. It was bloody hot though and you could hear the sizzle and the smell of cooked meat when we jumped in the pool afterwards.

The afternoon was spent relaxing and listening to a combination of the footy, the F1 and the Ashes. Whilst it would have been nice to watch the English cross the line against the Aussies on home soil rather than listening to it on a radion in Spain it could have been worse as this time next week we'll be somewhere in the Atlas Mountains in Morocco and I'm not too sure how bothered the folk of the Ziz Valley are in Freddie´s retirement, Strauss' series strategy or Ponting´s excuses ; )

We hit a seafood festival in Estepona on the evening which turned out to be more empty hall with a few fish dishes rather than the fish fiesta lining the streets we would led to believe. Tom´s octopus experience more than made up for it though.