is a lovely Dutch guy and we've been the last ones standing for the past few nights at the bar.
However, as we appear to be the only single people in our twenties on the campsite, so many well-meaning middle-agers have taken it upon themselves to set us up.
Last night it almost got awkward, but a few exaggerated winks and that was over!
I feel a bit like a character in a soap opera. That or a thirteen year-old.
As IF it's taken me a month to realise that the pinball machine in the bar is Doctor Who themed. I was sitting outside the bar the other night, by myself as Flores had gone to the loo, and all was silent.
Out of the blue;
Scared the living daylights out of me. Nobody needs that.
Kitty and Peter are a lovely pair who came to the campsite with their kids - when they left they gave us this montage of photos (including me in my stock position, on a table - reading) which was amazing! The campsite's not quite the same without them...
Also the soiree dansante is NOTHING without Carlo's awesome moves. This kid would have danced forever if the music hadn't ended at half twelve.