Slept until six and then immediately grabbed my phone because apparently discipline has limits, and suddenly it was 6:50 and time to move.

When I got to the gym there was already the woman fully running on the treadmill like she had somewhere extremely important to be. I joined, halfspeed but uphill, followed by some stretching, the black roll (never fun, always necessary), and then straight into the pool, because in the morning I don't seem to realise what I'm doing until it's done (hence the blockroll).

Back in the room you know Jannis was asleep and only a gigantonormous breakfast buffet would get him out of bed. Lucky him. Breakfast came next and it came with a plan: pancakes and banana. In execution, it turned into a lot of chocolate, a lot of sugar, and a very unfamiliar fullness that tipped over into uncomfortable faster than expected. Triggered. Bitch activated. And the only logical solution for her was to flee to the beach.

Jannis, meanwhile, was clearly not at full strength, coughing and moving slower than usual, operating on juice and ginger tea like a Victorian child (soz that's rude). My throat too was very present at that point. We went back to the room had a brief conversation about how one is supposed to deal with triggers and food thoughts and whether talking about it makes you annoying or honest or both.

We ended up by the pool in winter clothes despite objectively excellent weather. I quickly changed outfits again because, yes, it really was banger weather. Reading. Tea.

Then we ate again. Pizza. Pasta. Because bitches don't bitch on holidays.

Later we stopped by the Jerez woman, Noemi, to reserve a table for New Year’s Eve, and ended up with the exact same table, 406, as before, which noemi called "something we’ll tell the niños about later"

Cold crept in and the noses started running so off to the sauna we were. Jannis did a short steam room sess, while I went straight for the Finnish sauna and ended up befriending a Scottish grandpa who's been coming to this very hotel for the past century and did also complain about the now missing tenis courts.

Back in the room we put on La que se avecina, watched about half an episode, and then immediately took a nap.

Dinner required a bit of hunger encouragement. But even the sight of the buffet would have done the trick.

Latin American food seems to be their strong suit here, and at some point I genuinely wondered if what I was eating was someone’s grandmother’s recipe. There was something involving banana that might have been soup, and another thing involving banana that might have been a chili. Tacos followed, and then all the cakes. Every single one. Full food coma achieved.

We booked the bus for tomorrow to go to a market, watched more La que se avecina, and eventually went to sleep.