The new spa area overlooks the gym. Oh, go on then, it's no good just looking at the equipment and feeling guilty. Pascalis, the gym teacher, taught me a few (punishing) exercises.
On day three there was not a cloud in the sky.
Phew, what a relief.
Down to the beach
to take up a prone position
for the rest of the week!
The yoga class meet on the beach at daybreak.
Four women, ranged from thin to fat,
each in position on their mat.
(I'm placed in the middle and grateful for that.)
I study them quietly as I sit on the floor,
can give them twenty years at least
and possibly far more.
The tutor's body I've studied before
on Greek amphora where he runs or sits,
broad of shoulder and slim of hip.
Pascalis, balanced on one foot
can surely hardly bear to look
at we poor women, thin to fat,
each struggling gamely on our mat.
In previous years the staff had been unchanging and we knew them well, but after several years away everything was different. No room with a balcony to catch the evening sun on this trip. In the mornings when the sun shone in we were down on the beach. Our view gave a glimpse of the old tower in the town
and the brand new hotel bungalows ranged up the hillside.
But the food was as good as ever.
Yes, TWO croissants!
It's a nice place to be.