A Quiet Sunday

Overcast skies, a slightly damper heat today.
As Ørnulf greases winches I do the correspondance, using the Marina's computer at an exhorbitant 2,50 euros per half-hour.
Now I wish that I'd learn to swear in Spanish. This computer only speaks Spanish. Aqui se habla espanol! All instructions, messages and demands that periodically pop-up on the screen, Spanish only. The polite apology: "Dear User, Sorry we crashed again, and lost your last hours´scribblings", in Spanish. Suspicious Norwegian sites, like "Start.no" are rejected. I think .no is tranlated to !NO! in Spanish.

Enough wining. Today we went on a lovely, Sunday stroll, along the winding lava-stone lined paths to the quaint little tourist-town of Playa Blanca. Sundays are Ørnulf´s favorite go-to-town days. Everything´s closed. Ha-ha, but not entirely. I manage to find a natural, untreated off-white cotton top... which I buy. In a shop consisting entirely of off-white cotton clothes. Or am I suddenly color-blind?

Nope. Outside the bushes, cactuses, trees, succulent ground-cover were still covered with flowers: Ruby-red, vermillion-orange, canary-yellow.