Sunday

 Sunday dawned with two very hungover ladies trying to get themselves into gear. Not an easy task.

I wanted to stay in bed and take a paracetamol, but thought that it would be better to eat something, so breakfast was consumed.

We were booked to go on a chocolate making experience at The Mayan Monkey in the village, this is also a cafe, but offers the chance to make your own chocolate bars, as well as a very informative talk about the history and production of chocolate.

I now know that if not for spider monkeys there would not be many cacao trees.

my efforts making the chocolate bars was a bit half hearted, I wasn't sure I was really up to it, the smell of the chocolate which I would say normally I love, was a little bit over powering but I soldiered on.

I made coffee and walnut plain chocolate bar, coconut and coffee milk chocolate bar and cherry, ginger and pistachio with chilli, milk chocolate, by the last bar I was just chucking anything on it.

We got a certificate at the end, I had brought some chocolate from home, Dairy Milk and Ruffle bars, which I gave to our ' teacher', I thought she was going to cry, and she gave me a huge hug.

It was a great, I loved it and highly recommend if you are in the area.

We came out of the Mayan Monkey and decided to go and have a peppermint tea, so we headed over to 'The Lemon Tree', which is often seen on 'A place in the sun'.

I don't recommend this place at all. The sullen staff being quite off putting. We had our tea and left very quickly.

We headed back to the hotel and got ready to go to the pool, 

Being Sunday there were a lot of Spanish around the pool and having lunch at the pool bar. There were also a lot of children, and a lot of noise, not really conducive to us recovering from excesses. We had some lunch and eventually gave up sunbathing and went back to our rooms, only for one of the children to spend a good hour virtually underneath our balconies, dropping coins onto the table. 

We were showered and dressed before it was dark, so walked up into the village and headed to the local tapas bar, no room for us as it was packed out. We wandered around the corner and found another restaurant relatively empty. Fed and watered , and yes we were only on water, we headed back to the hotel.

A slow meander along the streets, we passed by a cafe selling crepes, so decided to go in, one caramel crepe and a nutella and banana crepe later  we sat with a lovely view of the chapel of the Virgin of the rock, another must see in Mijas Pueblo

A final cup of peppermint tea courtesy of grumpy Gabriel and then time for bed.