Blur

Final morning at the hotel - for us, not for young F. So obviously you do what you do and pack away that included breakfast. It’s not been the best. The first morning, the waiter, Angel, dumped a couple of menus on us without much ceremony. Then F arrived to join us. Oh my word. Suddenly, attentive much? Every extra cup of coffee was delivered with a joke, yes yes, he thought the SK was F’s sister. And when he heard we had only three nights and F was here for a fourth you could see the calculations whirring behind his beady little eyes. He would look after her!
Over to bid farewell to L&P who were vacating the apartamento and to take a photo of my foot.
Meanwhile it’s getting close to further escalations in the Middle East. Israel is on the verge of invading Lebanon (again) after assassinating Nasrallah. Of course we don’t see half of it; what really are the all calculations vs Iran (and vice versa) not just the public rhetoric?