The place where I document the stupid stuff I do
The entire Corralejo trip was fantastic and there are many more highlights that I haven’t written about [ e-scooters and e-foil spring immediately to mind ] but we wrapped up the trip with a swanky meal at a harbour side fish restaurant where I paid Oli £10 to eat some barbecued squid. It was actually pretty good.
My major takeaway from the whole trip is that despite a nine year combined Spanish learning time of Mum, Amelia and Oli – they can’t speak Spanish for shit.
Not entirely sure which of my Mother’s prescription drugs are causing her to laugh uncontrollably at the slightest thing, but I want some.
Another of the things that Oli and I wanted to do whilst in Fuerteventura was take an ATV up into the hills. Whilst on this very dusty ride we stopped and got the picture below which is one of my favourite ever photos.
Oli and I had a long list of stuff we wanted to do on holiday. Riding a jetski was one of them. As you can see, we had fun.
Switching seats with the Atlantic Ocean bobbing around us was a bit tricky but we managed it.
The family Steele and Nana Pat decided to have a bit of a break in Corralejo, Fuerteventura. This is the view from my balcony.
Fantastic villa, right next to the beach and a short walk into the town.
I spend my entire life fixing stuff. I’m absolutely convinced that when I leave the house my family just wander around with a hammer smashing stuff. This time they didn’t even wait for me to leave the house. I was in bed when I heard a huge crash. Sounded like a light aircraft had crashed into the side of the house. Turns out it was just the shower screen and “nobody” was in the bathroom. It was either Emma crashing the door into the screen or the resident ghost Maude
Anyway, this was the result:
After really rather a lot of tidying up we ended up with a shower that was vaguely usable but fortunately we also had a proper backup electric shower downstairs. Anyway – the upstairs clean up looked like this:
After far too long waiting for a delivery of a new piece of glass and a rather talented plumber/bathroom fitter coming to sort it out we are now able to wash our stinky Steele bodies upstairs again.
