Sunday, 16th June - Finca Son Palou, Orient
Most unfortunately, the superb meal we ate last night had a devastating effect on Jean, who spent much of the night being violently sick. We think it was probably some shrimps she ate.
As a result, we had a bit of a lie-in and did not partake of breakfast. On reporting this to Reception, the lady there was horrified, but could not have been more helpful. She identified a pharmacy in the nearby town of Alaro which was open on a Sunday. She even phoned them to tell them I was coming.
So the next stage was to hie me to said pharmacy to get the Spanish equivalent of Dioralyte. Thank God, once again, for Google Maps. Drove along some very narrow streets to get there, but I found it without too much difficulty.
Next challenge was parking. Finally found a spot about a quarter of a mile away. Not sure how legal it was, but I got away with it - I think.
The pharmacy was actually very posh in a rather rundown town. The very nice lady behind the counter spoke perfectly adequate English, she pressed a button and about 30 seconds later, a box of electrolytes slid down a chute behind her. Seconds later, having parted with 3.75 €, I walked out clutching said box. 20 minutes later I was back at the hotel. Jean is now trying to force down a disgusting looking fluorescent orange coloured drink.
All adds to life's rich pageant.....
Some more pictures of the inside of this really rather fabulous hotel:
Once Jean was feeling a bit better, we had a walk around the little village of Orient, with the emphasis on little. Quite a pretty place, though.
Back to the hotel where the receptionist took pity on me as I hadn't had any food since yesterday evening. Some bread, olives, ham and a very nice glass of white wine were forthcoming, delivered with courtesy and grace. Superb.
Also, as the morning had taken a less conventional course, I hadn't booked a table for dinner, and the only available slot was now 8.30. Too late for us, but, once again the receptionist negotiated a table at 7 p.m. for us AND got the chef to make some chicken soup for Jean as that was what she fancied. Well above and beyond the call of duty, all this.
We duly turned up at 7 p.m., Jean had her chicken soup and I had a tuna tartare and tagliatelle. All very nice, in pleasant weather and nice surroundings.
Nice quiet day and Jean seems on the recovery path.
Watched some BBC TV (well, Jean did) and got our heads down fairly early.
As a result, we had a bit of a lie-in and did not partake of breakfast. On reporting this to Reception, the lady there was horrified, but could not have been more helpful. She identified a pharmacy in the nearby town of Alaro which was open on a Sunday. She even phoned them to tell them I was coming.
So the next stage was to hie me to said pharmacy to get the Spanish equivalent of Dioralyte. Thank God, once again, for Google Maps. Drove along some very narrow streets to get there, but I found it without too much difficulty.
Next challenge was parking. Finally found a spot about a quarter of a mile away. Not sure how legal it was, but I got away with it - I think.
The pharmacy was actually very posh in a rather rundown town. The very nice lady behind the counter spoke perfectly adequate English, she pressed a button and about 30 seconds later, a box of electrolytes slid down a chute behind her. Seconds later, having parted with 3.75 €, I walked out clutching said box. 20 minutes later I was back at the hotel. Jean is now trying to force down a disgusting looking fluorescent orange coloured drink.
All adds to life's rich pageant.....
Some more pictures of the inside of this really rather fabulous hotel:
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| This is an aerial picture of the Son Palou estate |
Once Jean was feeling a bit better, we had a walk around the little village of Orient, with the emphasis on little. Quite a pretty place, though.
Back to the hotel where the receptionist took pity on me as I hadn't had any food since yesterday evening. Some bread, olives, ham and a very nice glass of white wine were forthcoming, delivered with courtesy and grace. Superb.
Also, as the morning had taken a less conventional course, I hadn't booked a table for dinner, and the only available slot was now 8.30. Too late for us, but, once again the receptionist negotiated a table at 7 p.m. for us AND got the chef to make some chicken soup for Jean as that was what she fancied. Well above and beyond the call of duty, all this.
We duly turned up at 7 p.m., Jean had her chicken soup and I had a tuna tartare and tagliatelle. All very nice, in pleasant weather and nice surroundings.
Nice quiet day and Jean seems on the recovery path.
Watched some BBC TV (well, Jean did) and got our heads down fairly early.
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