Dinning alone, what’s the big deal? People don’t like eating by themselves, but lots of people do, every day, and in fact it’s not that bad. You have time to think deeply; time to talk to your inner you. This might sound crazy, but that’s exactly what I am doing tonight. Dinner tonight is a buffet, quite “correct” I must say. I’m also having a Chardonnay glass, especially revitalizing.
But who am I trying to fool… it’s always better with company. But not any company, of course, otherwise I prefer just me and my Chardonnay.
This afternoon I went to the pool. The healthy club it’s open until 10p.m. This time I have no excuse. The hotel has a nice fitness and pool center. In overall is ok, but far from NH Aviles. But that’s one of a kind. Such a charming hotel…mmmm
But I must say that for an English hotel, food it’s quite acceptable. I ate everything. After the swimming, the jacuzzi and the sauna, the Mrs. was hungry. I didn’t take much quantity, but I devoured almost everything I took. People go nuts in buffets, so much food is wasted. I remember in Las Vegas, in the morning buffet, so many foodstuffs were literally sent to the trash… simply unacceptable.
Maybe I shouldn’t have taken a glass of wine tonight. But somehow, I feel less lonely. Me and my Chardonnay. Should I get a desert? I can see lots of cakes on the counter…but the truth is I’m full. And I have fruit from lunch, up in the room. No desert for Mrs.
I feel great after the swim. I used to go swimming quite often as a teenager back in high school; several times every week. If I had trained more, I could have tried to take it more seriously. I was never brilliant at sports, but I was good in the water. :) Somehow my body is good for that, not that I can breathe under the water, or anything of that kind. The thing is I loved to do much stuff at the same time; I would have never dedicated all my time to just one fixation.
At that time I also sang on a band. So much fun, mostly because it was a secret, as my father had forbidden me to do so… Those days I wanted to be a singer… like Liz Phair with her “fuck&run”. Loved those punk days…
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London was good, but it's nice to be back home.
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