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turquoise beach dress with little sequins around the neckline and a beaded belt. She’s about to go downstairs to prepare Rachel breakfast in bed, when she hears loud discordant singing in the shower! ‘She’s up!!’
    ‘Continental this morning, amiga, ’ says Isabel as she leads her friend out to the little ground floor patio where she has laid out the table and chairs in the semi-shade. Croissants, butter, jam, yoghurts, coffee and freshly-squeezed orange juice!’
    ‘Yummy, thanks! I can’t believe how late we slept! Must be those blinds. It’s like a cave in my room! So what’s the plan today?’ asks Rachel, slurping tea and ripping off a piece of warm croissant. She’s on overdrive today!
    ‘Well, I’m not a fan of itineraries on holiday,’ answers Isabel, also itching to get out of the house, ‘but I reckon: lilos, sunbeds, swimming, few cocktails...’
    Just two minutes’ walk from the house they find a kiosk selling everything from cold drinks to inflatables. They buy a big bag of crisps, a large bottle of cold water, and a lilo each and head for the sand. They choose a bar with slightly nicer looking beds with white mattresses and the mellow beats of Deep House music coming from inside. Hovering beside their chosen beds, a happy shirtless man in flip-flops, sporting the most incredibly dark, even tan they had ever seen, saunters over to them and invites them to sit. He brings them a little table, to put their drinks on, and informs them that they can order anything from the bar menu and he will bring it out to them... right here to the beds, wow!! The two friends try to hide their “Brits Abroad” excitement from the man who obviously spends most days of his life on the beach.
    ‘ Puedo... el menú, por favor, ’ asks Isabel in her broken, but understandable, Spanish.
    They order a large tropical salad between them, a plate of small, fried fish called “ boquerones”, and two large tumblers of “tinto de verano” . The waiter explains that this is red wine mixed with a kind of sweet fizzy water. Lighter than wine, seeing that neither of them fancies passing out drunk in the sun. Just imagine waking up in a world of painful sunburn. Or worse, having to cover-up for the rest of the week!
    The mattresses on the loungers are so thick and comfortable that Rachel actually does nod off for a while and Isabel has to wake her and move her under the parasol.
    ‘Oh no, was I snoring?!’
    ‘No, Rach... but you were dribbling a bit, though,’ she teases, laughing at Rachel’s mortified expression.
    ‘I went for a dip. The water is so gorgeous. You should try it,’ says Isabel wringing out her wet hair, ‘It might wake you up a bit. Here, take your lilo’ she says, pulling the bright pink inflatable from between the beds.
    ‘Okidoki, I trust you!’ says Rachel, as she swings her legs off the bed into a sitting position, feeling around for her flip flops with her feet.
    Isabel smiles as her friend arranges her bikini bottoms for maximum coverage and her top for maximum exposure! The effect is impressive. Without any attempt of subtlety, Mr Perfect Tan whistles and stares openly at her ample chest, zooming-in on his target as he bends down to collect the glasses from their table.
    ‘Just think of Stephen and keep on walking,’ warns Isabel, as she flips onto her front and watches Rachel wade out to waist depth with one hand on her lilo, mouthing all sorts of expletives as the cold waves hit her back. Isabel laughs and is about to close her eyes when she hears her mobile ringing from deep within her beach bag. She sits up, trying not to put her feet in the burning sand and then flops back down again with the phone to her ear.
    ‘Mum! Oh it’s just gorgeous here! Is everything alright at home?’ she asks, closing her eyes against the glare of the sun.
    ‘Oh yes, everything’s fine. We’ve had a few visits from “you know who”, begging to see you but we sent him packing of