St Patrick in Ponsa

Kevin was off early again, but Jemima and I took it rather slower this morning - in fact we only just made it to Chameli's during breakfast hours. We were given a table inside, by the bar, with a view of the TV; so our fried eggs were accompanied, rather unexpectedly, by discussion about a La Liga football match between Seville and someone in blue (who kept scoring the goals). Eventually, Jemima decided that she wanted to be a referee when she grew up, because I described them as the boss on the pitch.

My intention was just to pop back to collect the car keys, but Jemima was enjoying the slower pace, so in the end we didn't leave the flat again until about 3pm. Eventually we made it to Santa Ponça (or just "Ponsa" to aficionados), and after a bit of driving around, found a parking place at the far end of the main drag. After a nice scoot to the other end, we could see all the excitement: a St Patrick's Day fiesta, with stalls all along the road behind the beach. (Not satisfied by the plethora of home-grown festivities, the Mallorcans have imported this one.)

It didn't look particularly St. Patrick-y to be honest: the odd stall had a bit of green, and the odd person a giant Guinness hat; but apart from that, it looked like any other jolly fiesta, with food stalls, jewellery stalls and tat stalls (inspired by our conversation this morning, I bought Jemima a sign for her birthday saying "The Boss" - I made her close her eyes while I was buying it, the stall holder thought it was very funny). And of course, it had the kids' entertainment: trampolines, bouncy castles, and a big dinosaur vs gorilla slide. I'd stopped at the bank to get cash out, but I'd forgotten - this is Mallorca, so it was all free.

Jemima got thoroughly into the spirit - trying candy floss (great to start with, then she went off it), and throwing herself into all the entertainments.  Then she had a run about on the beach, before we stopped for a crêpe on the way home. This was a mistake: it had been a lovely sunny day, but the wind by the beach was bitter; and the queue for the crêpes was deceptively slow. I got steadily more grumpy, while Jemima whiled away the time perfectly happily, digging with driftwood in the sand. But the crêpes were delicious when they finally arrived.

Due to the crêpe palaver, we got home slightly later than planned: Kevin was already back, trying to warm up again after another chilly day on the water. He'd passed his course though, so can now officially hire and safely captain a powerboat up to 10m! Bring it on. I made a proper dinner (for the first time in a long while) - scallops and prawns with mashed potato with peas and mint, and we swapped stories about our respective days. And that was it for another weekend! 

Determined to get there...

Fun at the fiesta

Candy floss!

Not so sure now...

More fun