OK, I admit. It was me. Yes, it was me (Hanna) who ate everything that was on that breakfast tray yesterday. Coffee, juice, egg, bread…bread crumbs. I felt so bad I even blamed Sam for insisting on having yogurt with strawberries. That wasn’t true of course. Here is the truth: I ate it all. So today I had the same morning procedure: swim, brisk walk with Sam and then, when we finally approached the house I saw it. That
delicate bloody bread bag hanging on the door knob again. The mental strength you need to resist this warm and freshly baked bread you have to pass by to get into your own house. You need willpower made of steel for god’s sake. In fact, I have changed my mind. I don’t know if I am THAT enthusiastic about having bread rolls delivered at your doorstep every day. It doesn’t matter if I go for ten power walks a day, there is no way I can get rid of all those calories. “-Shall we go for a run, Sam?”
While Alex is doing his round-the-world-birthday-tour (and some business of course), the rest of the team, myself (Hanna) and Sam are staying in the vacation paradise Gran Canaria for a month. What I enjoy most while staying here are the mornings. Usually I am quite lazy and I only have enough energy to drag myself out of bed and prepare a cup of coffee. But here the routines are very different. First thing I do is taking Sam out for a brisk walk. When we get back to the house (here comes the best part) the bread delivery company has put fresh bread in a little bag on the door knob 🙂
After a small breakfast (ehum, don’t even THINK I eat all of this by myself, Sam was of course insisting on having yogurt with strawberries) I listen to some music or radio and pass out on the sun bed before I take a morning swim in the heated pool. This is not as relaxing as it sounds since Sam runs around the pool in circles while barking hysterically. I think he is convinced that I am drowning every time I get into the water. Actually, I’m not THAT bad at swimming…I hope.