I opened the curtain. Oh dear – a cloudy sky for the first time in five days, and most unusual here. Oncle was coming from France on a last minute whim to escape the rain hail and snow there and I hoped things would improve. Warmly clothed, I cleaned up the little house, swept away the pine needles from out front, went to the shop to get water and cereal and picked a few flowers for my guest’s bedroom on the way back.
‘Have you landed yet?’ I texted, followed by instructions to get to me. No response for a while then the ring of the phone to alert me to a new sms. ‘On my way’ it read, followed by ‘Here!’ about 30 minutes later.
I walked down to reception breaking into a bit of jog as I spotted the familiar blue shirted sight of my companion for the next five days. We greeted each other, hopped into the hire car and I took him to my abode.
‘Well this is lovely!’ he exclaimed. ‘So nice, so pretty with everything you need – a kitchen here, the bathroom, a table – and the beds look very comfortable. I brought some fruit and water – we must keep drinking that , it’s very important you know’. I got out my new espresso machine to make some coffee whilst Oncle chopped a watermelon up for his breakfast. The familiar percolating sound a few minutes later and some hot milk produced his first Spanish latte a la Bungalow 103. We caught up. I introduced him to Mavis (for that is La Bicycletta’s name) and my neighbours; filled him in on the story so far.
Stepping outside I felt a soft drop of something: ‘Oh, gosh, I think it’s beginning to rain!’ I said. ‘For goodness sake! I didn’t get up at 5am, suffer Ryanair and book all this to get rain and cold – it’s absolutely baltic!’ ‘I know’ I replied, ‘You’ve obviously brought the weather with you – I think I’m going to have to put another sweater on’. We stood opposite each other drinking water and giggling. ‘Best to have a nap, I think’. ‘Yes, and by the time you wake, hopefully the sun will have come out’.
We each retired to our well appointed bedrooms and I lay down with my cosy blue blanket over me, sounds of the birds chirping away outside and that particular stillness that comes with siesta time – and in this case, a light drizzle.
‘Have you got a hot water bottle?!’ Oncle shouted out through the wall.