Jannis was a little off in the morning, not enough to cancel our market plans, mostly because we had already signed up at reception and a private bus was gonna chauffeur us there. We showered, got ready, and I put an ibuprofen in my bag “for emergencies,” which was gone thirty minutes later, taken at breakfast with an espresso like that was a normal combination.

We ate at eight, when the buffet was still calm and everything was untouched, still warm, still appealing. Gotta say tho: the traditional spanish breaky ain't it here and the tortilla only existed. That's fine tho because my overnight oats (onos) were there, as reliable as ever. Jannis had already reached four espressos by then, plus the ibuprofen, and he made his way to the bus in a slightly unsteady but determined manner.

There was a small boy sitting next to us who I probably stared at just a smitch too long. (Can you tell a mother that you find her son very adorbs or is that weird?) The market turned out to be gigantonormous, loud, endless and touristic. I bought a hair pin and later attempted to learn, via a tik tok video, how to twist it in a way that makes it stay, which felt like trying to unlock a minor life skill (I never unlocked it before the pin broke) Jannis bought jerseys. Many of them. In all the colors.

Sun, yei.

At some point we found a shop that took organic very seriously and stayed there longer than planned, drinking coffee and apple spritzer. For Jannis this was espresso number five but who's counting. (5)

Sun, yei.

We were back at the hotel in time for lunch so we filled our plates accordingly. I ordered chamomile tea, which I poured into a wine glass to camouflage the fact that I'm not half as fancy as all the wine drinking moms around me.

The afternoon was dedicated to the sauna, partly out of routine, partly out of a vague belief that heat kills germs. I sat high up, watched water disappear on my skin, and ended up doing two rounds of sauna and two ice baths. I came out feeling briefly purified and very healthy.

Later, hunger reappeared (somehow but also not really, think at that point I started being full to the brim) so we went back to the buffet again. A woman at the neighboring table spent the entire meal shouting at her husband with remarkable stamina. At some point I turned toward her, starring until she noticed in order to then shush her, full Ross-from-Friends mode, which made her jump up. What followed was a slapping sound (did she just hit her husband¿¡) and her sitting back down, arms crossed, pouting like a little kid. Gotta tell you. When she jumped up I was fully prepared to get out them (googles) brazilian jiu jitsu moves.

I was more full than I thought physically possible, and still somehow kept eating because everything tasted SO good.

We ended up in the Belingo Bar ordering tea, while nearby children played loudly which made Jannis complain like an old man. Flamenco did not flamenco, so we went back to the room instead and put on La que se avecina.

I kept waking up just enough to ask Jannis what time it was, accepted each answer as “sleep time,” and drifted back off, while he stayed awake next to me, quietly programming something involving think.