Eggy mate, the whole world groaned at that one. Phil and Jen have quietly hidden away, after a glorious Arillas day, and quite a while being comatose (together....) on the dreaded BENCH. Four nights on the trot we have eaten the best food you can imagine. Tonight it was chicken wrapped in bacon, and flavoured as only Greek chefs can. Kostas on the Beach. We ate most of it, but it beat us. New, larger trousers will be required. We still have a long list of places to eat. Mr Croesote of Monty Python fame, eat yer heart out. I'm running a close second....
Arillas tonight is all done with Phil and Jen. We are busy sipping voddie frappe, wishing you were all here. Well, actually we're glad you aren't. Not a pretty sight, two old lovers wishing we were 17 again. We'll have a good try though. Kalinichta.
Phil