Yesteday we went to a little none treasure the Monkey Park, it is not a big tourist attraction with only a small number of visitors but we has such a good time getting close to little Monkeys and Lemars feeding them the grapes we took. Also feeding giant tortoises. I think the highlight of the day had to be the cheeky chimps which were in cages but one blew raspberrys whilst another kept sticking his fingers through the bars and wiggling them to say okay give me another grape whislt checking to see his mates couldn't see what he was doing. They just had so much personality we were crying laughing. Needless to say our day couldn't be without incident when Natalia announced that this monkey had a blue bits and was playing with his willy, needless to say the sight of this monkey relieving himself was hilarious for the kids but a bit gross as far as James and I were concerned.http://www.monkeypark.com/ I would say this place is a must for anyone who loves animals, it is a hidden treasure.
Sol Melia, I start at the Gran Melia tomorrow, we are the first British team in, the Spanish are successful so fingers crossed. It is very bizarre that I got the job, suggested it to John, then Patrick the Sales manager quit, I let John know why he hadn't heard anything. John then met up with Pete that night for a drink. Pete had his ferry booked to go home, Pete then called me for the number and now Pete is my manager and John is starting with me, surely I should get a recruitment fee!!!!!!! Pete has been successful in business before and if anyone can succeed in business he can.
Life wouldn't be life without me having a Bridget Jones moment. I went to get my social security number, Wednesday. Took photcopies of my NIE and Passport, and then what I tought were my originals. I get there, take my ticket and wait my turn. I had been told these officials as all Spanish officials can be difficult. Anyway in Spanish I say hello and apologise that my Spanish is poor. Give him the form and photocopies, he asks to see originals, no problem I say in Spanish and hand them to him, he looked at the passport and cracked up, I had only taken Ethan's, by my reaction he must have known it was a genuine error, anyway he quietly slipped Ethan's passport back to me and processed my number anyway.
The Teneriferians are very respectful in their funeral processions, but I accidentally ended up in the middle of one by coming up the wrong alley way at the wrong time. They don't wear black and the police shut the roads so that people can follow the hearse on foot, and follow behind. Once you are in the procession you find it very difficult to get out unless there is another alleyway, which naturally there wasn't. Funerals also aren't solomn affairs either people chatting as the hearse goes less than 5 miles pe hour. Nor could I barge my way through as that was disrespectful so I tried to hang back which was near impossible with the speed the procession was going and the little old ladies with walking sticks at the back.
Ethan has been doing loads of excercise with the wii fit board this week, but seems to think that simply putting deodrant on afterwards disguises the smell. I am proud of him though for being dedicated to excercise.
Better get breakfast then ironing and beach later.
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