2004-03 Gran Canaria: a feverish day

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Much Ado About Nothing

Low tide in Maspalomas

crepes in Maspalomas

a feverish day

el dia penultimo

back to S. F.

Deutsche Gasthaus Atlantis, Playa del Inglés

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2004-03 Gran Canaria: a feverish day

Tuesday 2 March 2004

Several days ago I thought to tell Rose that the best thing about this vacation was everyone was hale and hearty. No more. Last night Isaac started misbehaving, a somewhat sure sign that he's getting sick. As we went to sleep I realized he was hot. How hot I'm not sure, because the digital thermometer I was using became inaccurate, reading about two degrees Farenheit lower than expected (using Rose and myself for baseline values).

Our plan had been to drive to Tasarte with Heinz (who picked us up) in his beige Mercedes-Benz. Around 0945 I called Omi Marga to tell her we'd be staying close to home rather than driving an hour each way (on some twisty roads) with a sick boy.

Instead, as Isaac woke somewhat early and wasn't inclined to go back to sleep, we headed out to Finnegan's for breakfast, leaving the girls to sleep in. (Lila was up late last night, and her sleep was fitful; Rose had suggested this escape plan.)

Isaac ate a tiny breakfast of little bits of bangers, egg, toast, and hot chocolate. I enjoyed the Mighty Breakfast. Bev delighted a low-energy sick boy by turning on a cartoon channel. It helped get the food into him.

On the way back we ran into the girls, who had their breakfast in the room. We headed to the Atlantis I arcade, where Lila terrified Rose by driving her motorcycle sans hands.

Isaac importuned me to let him play billiards, so €1 went into the table (which only gave us some of the balls, necessitating a chat with the arcade lady...) Here's Isaac taking his turn. He and Lila played.

In honor of Isaac's fever Rose went to the corner store and bought the kind of zebra doughnuts that Isaac loved last year. Here are the kids, giving their best, albeit sick, postre smile. (Lila, as it turns out twenty-four hours later, isn't sick. She was just off from the combination of late night and bad sleep.)

We visited the supermercado Cordillo, where Isaac showed me the specimen he wants to include in our future cactus garden. Perhaps we'll plant some in pots so we can move them around our house to find the best spots. We already have some succulents and a tropical Bird of Paradise growing well.

The rest of the day was spent relaxing in our pool, where the cool water probably helped cool the boy down, and in our darkened apartment, where the kids watched some videos, and in the bathtub, where calmness reigned.

Gisela & Rainer's restaurant, the Deutsche Gasthaus Atlantis, will be closed tomorrow, so we're going to do our going-away dinner tonight.

Here's Gisela, Lila, Isaac, and Rainer holding court in the kitchen. In the plastic bag on the table are what will become the pimientos de Padron, very tasty somewhat mild chilis cooked in oil and salt, one of Rose's favorites.

I think Rainer is speaking with Rose about putting double the amount of German sliced ham and cheese into the Cordon bleu, making Rose the only person to have figured out a way to make German food even less healthy. It tasted great, though.

It's Tuesday evening, when the restaurant sells a bottomless plate of spare ribs for €8.50, making for a busy, busy evening. Rainer tells Lila and Isaac that they have to stay out of the kitchen until the rush subsides, which doesn't happen for at least another ninety minutes.

Unbeknownst to us, Heinz didn't give up on the fresh fish of Tasarte. But after a fine lunch, on his drive back through one of the new tunnels, he saw some black spots before his eyes and scraped right side of the Benz against the tunnel wall. He lost the mirror, two door handles, trim, and paint.

Heinz, I'm happy to report, is just fine. He joined us for a nightcap after our dinner. He and Isaac were having some quality cuddle time until the boy noticed my camera come out, whereupon he made this rather unpleasant face and slithered away to run around the restaurant's courtyard. Sigh.

Speaking of nightcaps, this is what Heinz and I have been drinking on the evenings we spend at the restaurant: Becherovka. (Tonight Gisela & Rainer gave me a gift of a special glass from which this is to be drunk.)

Thus ends a long day. I wanted a nap today, but it didn't happen. Now I don't feel like sleeping. I'll shut off the computer anyway, and see what happens.

Tomorrow is el dia penultimo.

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