Travel in your Sixties. Comfort is important. Fun too!

We used to have a home in Albir for about 20 years, living in it for 8 years.  We decided to revisit Albir to reminisce and chose the Albir Playa Hotel and Spa.  We went for bed and breakfast as we wanted to visit favourite restaurants in the area.  The breakfast was excellent with plenty of choice and a decent orange juice.  As our flight home was in the evening, we asked for a late check out, but being a Saturday the hotel was full but the reception staff offered us use of the spa to change etc.  We didn’t use it, as we didn’t want to keep opening our cases to change clothes, so we didn’t get to see the spa.  Hopefully next time.  If we go again, we would ask for a sunnier balcony even if it overlooks Lidl.  We did try lunch on our departure day and we had no complaints really. There was plenty of choice and a Spanish family asked for the show cooking to appear.  We speak reasonable Spanish so would do the same. Had to buy a bottle of wine as they don’t do wine by the glass.  I couldn’t finish it on my own and my husband was driving.  In the evenings we like to have a cold drink late at night, before sleep and I rang down to ask for ice as Lidl was closed.  I was surprised to be quoted 25 euros for a bucket of ice.  Needless to say we found some somewhere else.

The room was fine and the fridge useful.  Didn’t mind paying for the safe as it was better than not having one available.

The pool area was very nice and there were plenty of sunbeds in May.  Could have done with a few more umbrellas.  The pool bar was handy and offered food too.  We didn’t try the food as we were busy going to Altea, Albir and Benidorm…we hired a car which we parked in the street next to the hotel free of charge.  Sunday was difficult to find a space with the new Sunday market nearby.

The hotel bar was nice and they do a mean Negroni.

They say strangers don’t speak to each other in London!

Yesterday, I went to an exercise class in Kensington and spoke to a few people in the class. As the journey home clashed with schools out, I decided not to get my usual bus from Notting Hill Station as I’d be lucky to get a seat, so walked to Holland Park to get a quieter bus.  After 10 minutes the other person at the bus stop gave up waiting.  A policeman passed me and then 5 minutes later came back to the bus stop, noting I was reading the times of the buses and looking at my watch.  He  told me the bus would be here any second as he’d checked with the latest technology.  Then I got chatting to a lady on the bus who admired my mini tote bag from Kensington Palace and we had a chat till her bus stop. Walking home from my bus stop I stopped to let a lady teaching her son how to use his camera to photograph his nana.  If I carried on walking, I would have ruined his photo and they stopped me to thank me.  Who needs the new badge the tube are handing out saying “Tube chat?”

Activities for the Over Sixties

 

Gone are the days when people over 60 sat in a rocking chair and relaxed all day.  I’m a member of a local charity offering all types of classes, amongst which are

Arts and crafts, drama, jewellery making, music lessons, pottery, needlework groups, singing for all, English literature, book club, history of art, current affairs, genealogy group, reminiscence, Hollywood histories, philosophy, cooking and healthy eating, steady and stable, healthy lungs, beginners computing, social networking, online shopping, Skype workshops, iPads,  belly dancing, badminton, ballroom and Latin dance, chair exercise, chi gong, cycling safety, t’ai chi, gardening, table tennis, Pilates and water splash.  There is also acupressure, shiatsu, massage, beauty therapy, osteopathy, reiki, reflexology and aromatherapy.

Languages to learn are French, Spanish, Russian and lip reading.

Also on offer are coffee mornings, discussion groups, quizzes, lunch clubs, movie night, scrabble and bridge.

Who could be bored or lonely I ask?  There’s a supportive programme of activities for unpaid carers.

Breaking bones over 60

Supposed to have a day out with stepbrother and stepsister, not seen for 50 years as they were here in London just Tuesday. They live in America, one in Georgia and one in Wisconsin. Also best friend was over from Portland, Oregon for just 4 days and my City job reunion for pensioners was scheduled for the same day in a hotel at Tower Hill.  I was looking forward to a busy week.

Went on long walk Monday, round cemetery, along canal. Found a lively exercise class and a ballroom studio. Was a few yards from home when I tripped on a loose paving slab and broke my shoulder. Kind people got out of their cars to make me comfortable with a makeshift pillow, water and called an ambulance. As it was low priority, estimated time for an ambulance was 2 to 4 hours. I was unable to move so these people rang and rang for an ambulance, saying they weren’t prepared to carry me to their car in case I’d broken my neck. They called my husband who arrived in 10 minutes and eventually the ambulance arrived after an hour. Lovely paramedics gave me gas and air and stretchered me to A and E. An X-ray showed my shoulder was broken. No plaster cast was possible so was given strong painkillers and a sling.  Prognosis is limited movement in 5 weeks. Could have been worse. I am not allowed to swim but they hope I can go on holiday later in summer.

A James Bond girl by association – Spectre

I recently went to see the latest Bond movie, starring Daniel Craig in Spectre.  I have seen all the Bond movies, starting with Dr. No when I was a child.  I had a particular interest in Spectre as I have recently started a new hobby of being a film extra.

One dark wintry Sunday morning, I entered the London Film School for my second day of filming a short film set in a hotel reception.  I shared a makeshift dressing room with Nigel Barber who made an impressive entrance and introduced himself, quickly asking me how long I had been in the business.  When I revealed I had started only the day before he was very helpful in sorting out the timing for me in the scene we shared.

Back to Spectre, Nigel played the Head of the World and try as I might, I couldn’t spot him in the film.  When watching the credits, his name came up under the Tokyo team and I realised he had played the Head of the World at the head of a table in the dark, withholding his identity to those in the room.  Complicated.  Now I want to see the film again.