An early and late evening of EATING!

After a long day of the beach and other fun, we did a LOT of eating. First we went to "El Rey de Jamon" (The King of Ham) for tapas before dinner. Oh, and Mommy, Daddy and Mariangels had some rose wine.

Cheers! My friend, Nyla, taught me "Cheers".

Spanish "jamon". I don't like it, so....

Smoked salmon was ordered for me! Yum!

Bread, of course. The Spaniards toast the bread and put tomato on it (rubbed).

Here are the "jamon"s hanging from the ceiling of the restaurant.

We had dinner in S'Agaro at the Hotel Sant Pol. Daddy forgot how much I love fish and brought me to the fish tank before dinner. BAD IDEA! Let's just say that I didn't spend much time in my seat. I kept dragging Daddy back to the fish tank for more fish viewing.

Here are some of the Spanish treats that came to the table. I missed some as I was fish watching. These are Sosnos (this is the Spanish term, but they are small fried fish). I didn't try any....Mommy did and didn't like so much, but both Mariangels and Daddy loved them!

Navajas (razor clams) again...

Salt encrusted fish....delicious! Daddy has made this before, but way before I was born. I didn't have the clams or sosnos, but I gobbled this (and bread) up!

After dinner on the beach...

A little beach run to burn off the fish.

Tomorrow: Cadaques!

Beach Shoes

Shopping in Platja d'Aro...Pica Pica

This morning, we went to Platja d'Aro to go shopping. I relaxed while Mommy and Daddy shopped. No purchases made! Instead, we went to have tapas for lunch. I was napping when we arrived, but when I woke up, I saw the ocean and ran to the beach! Somehow, Mommy convinced me to go back for lunch.

Ready to eat! "Pica pica" means a little of this and a little of that...

Gambas al ajillo (shrimp with garlic)

Patatas bravas

Chiperones (calamari)

I eat pan (bread), but only the middle

I offered Mommy and Daddy a little elbow for dessert!

And, then a cafe before siesta!

Michael's Spanish Club Med

The life Michael has....swimming and kayaking....

And, then as typical, Spanish siesta...."Shhh, "he's sleeping".

Kayaking in S'Agaro!

Today, we went kayaking! Now, I have been on a canoe, a kayak, a sailboat and a motor boat. . . what's next??

Don't worry, we didn't leave the 2 foot deep water without a life vest. Well, Mommy did with Mariangels, but I didn't. Fun!

Paella in Calella

Today, after our morning beach and kayaking, we went to visit Pere and his family in Calella. We had paella in Calella (well, some had wine, too!). Here is Daddy, Michael and Pere enjoying wine on the balcony. (Editor's note: Pere is Michael's business partner. We last visited them in 2003 when Clara was just 3 and Pepe was 1....they are now 8 and 6 and they have a new little sister, Berta.)

Paella!

This is Pepe and Berta (2 of Pere and Blanca's 3 children and my new friends)

Here I am with Clara and Pepe. I nosed my way in to see what they were doing.

And, Berta and me...

Blanca brought out Clara's jewelry so that we could play with it together (this is Mariangels helping me with it)

Zoe, these pictures are for you! Blanca gave me some heels to try on!

Now, I am ready to go dancing! Ole!

"I like it" - Boating in Calella

While visiting Pera, Blanca, Clara, Pepe and Berta, we went on their boat, "Carmen". It was a beautiful evening, sprinkling a little rain when we started and then the sun came out.

Here is Michael, Pepe, Blanca and Clara

Pera, Blanca, Clara and Pepe...

Our "capitan", Pepe

Our other "capitan", Clara. Both Clara and Pepe were at the helm of the boat and we didn't crash!

More than once while on the boat, I said "I like it". Couldn't be more obvious from the photos! (And Mommy's edit....Gigi even allowed multiple men to hold her!)

On Wimbledon...(from Mommy)

We had an amazing day today (pictures to follow tomorrow). If ever there was a tennis match to be too busy eating paella, drinking wine and boating, it would have been the 2009 Wimbledon Mens Final! I am disappointed that I didn't get to see what sounded like an incredible match.....although I would have wanted Roddick to win, so I would have had to start drinking the wine afterward to drown my sorrows. Maybe next time, Andy!

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