After brunch we set about finding Playa La Malvarrosa.

Having been before we were at an advantage as we had some idea of where to head. The easiest way to get there is to jump into a taxi and leave it to the driver to find . From the apartment it only takes about 5 – 10 minutes and will cost about 8 euros. There are buses, and I suppose you could walk but it would take you quite a while. Ask the driver to drop you at the taxi rank next to the America’s Cup Building. The beach should be in front of you.

It’s a beauty. Chilled out, colourful and stretching for miles.

Just as we were settling into our sun-loungers we were acousted by a tiny Thai lady in a dodgey hat, offering 10 euro massages.

Much to our amusement, Rach was laid face down on the sand, with her top whipped off, being pummelled within minutes…I think it was easier than trying to refuse.

Out of nowhere came a second lady and the same thing happened to Lisa. It’s as though they were taking us down one at a time.

They could smell our hangovers. We were easy meat!

I didn’t escape either…

After she had finished with Rach she moved onto me, tempting me with a sneaky taster of what she could do …on my feet. If theres one thing I cannot resist, it’s a foot massage. If you want to win my heart, start with my feet.

It was absolute bliss and at times complete torture. Despite telling her to watch my suspected broken toe, she got great pleasure in tugging away at it. If it wasn’t broken before hand I can assure you it was after – Ouch!

Yes, thats me under the hat!

I spent the majority of the afternoon doing my favourite thing ;people watching and dozing…

It wasn’t long before we started to get hungry.Well it had been atleast 3 hours since we had last eaten!

We made our way towards  the row of beach bars and restaurants. There were loads to choose from. We plonked ourselves down in the loudest , fullest one as we figured this must mean it was good, right?

Nope.

It was o.k but nothing to write home about. The waitresses albeit very beautiful had faces like wet weekends. The service was poor and our food was brought out at different intervals. Some of us had finished our meals before the others had even started there’s. Don’t you just hate that?

A firm word of complaint by Miss Leigh to ‘Chief Wet Weekend’ and we each got a free glass of paint stripper , sorry wine for the inconvenience. Silver lining of sorts …

Fed and watered we made our way back to the apartment to commence the ritual ‘chilling , snacking , drinking , preparing for a night out’ session. This is the thing I love about us all sharing an apartment, there’s always somebody to talk too… or in my case pester.

Four of the nine … the dirty stop outs … found ourselves drinking at the bars situated in the Americas Cup Building or the ‘Veles e Vent’ as it is known locally.

It’s a fairly new complex which has won various design awards. It’s very modern and a total contrast  to where we had been drinking the night before around the cathedral.

Leigh fell down  and got picked up by a rather handsome Spanish guy.  I nearly fell down laughing at Leigh falling down. [I’m awful]

We had a sing song ,downed free shots and put the world to rights .

Normal ladies night out stuff.

It was on the way back upto the apartment that the funniest yet scariest thing happened.

I still giggle thinking about it now…

The 4 of us crammed in a tiny lift, discussing :

Lack of air.

A recent horror I had watched were a group of people got stuck in a lift; everytime the lights came back on one of them had been brutally murdered. I am like Job’s comforter!

Lastly (and one which will aways raise a smile) …whose handbag was most suitable to empty and have a wee in. All while Leigh hammered the alarm with one hand and virtually pulled the lift door off with the other!

I bloody love my friends.