Well, an English Fool Abroad with his sketchbook hasn’t done a lot of sketching today, if truth be told. To be fair we had quite a lot to do today. Jen and I did the rounds in ALbatera this morning – chemist – papers – coffee – food shopping – bank, although not necessarily in that order. This meant that we could get to the hospital fairly early to see John.
Basically, once an adult has been admitted to the hospital here, then visitors can come and go at pretty much any time. Although I did have a look at the handbook they give you yesterday, and if my Spanish served me right – by no means a foregone conclusion – they do ask that you limit the amount of time that you bring children, and you bear in mind the times when the lifts are most in demand. Fair enough.
John certainly didn’t seem in worse than he was yesterday evening, and possibly a wee bit better. We knew that the doctor wanted to have a word with Jen, so we stayed. Quite a long time actually. That wasn’t a problem, but I was a little bit concerned about Jen as time went on. She’s a type 1 diabetic – I’m a type 2 – and while it’s not advisable for me to go missing out on meals, it’s not going to do me serious harm. However if Jen’s blood sugar gets too low, it can be serious. So when someone turned up to take John for tests, Jen decided it might be an opportunity to tell the people on the desk that we’d had to go, so that the doctor could ring if he wanted.
A short way from the hospital is a bar restaurant called the Ca Tona. Now, anything which brings to mind those awful Iceland adverts of a few years ago is, to my mind, to be given a very wide birth, but fair play, we went in and had one of the biggest and best steaks I’ve had in a very long time.
None of which is very entertaining to read about, I’m sure, but there we are, that’s my day. Jen went back to the hospital a few hours later – honestly I did offer and would happily have gone as well, but she preferred to go by herself. So I used the opportunity to make a sketch of one of the locations I scouted out last weekend, when I went for a walk around to see if there were any places nearby I hadn’t sketched before and would like to sketch. This is a house in the same road as the chemist’s. Now, last week John did tell me that the occupants of one of the houses in the street won a huge prize on El Gordo a while ago. El Gordo – literally ‘the Fat One’ – is the Spanish National Lottery. Apparently the winners haven’t moved, but have just had a ton of work done in doing up their house. I can’t say whether it’s this one, but the place is by any means to my mind a little bit grander than the other places in the same street.
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