a small glass of something

Stumbled on a smart pre dinner party in a bar while we were in Barcelona.

We felt out of place in our day-smudged scruff. But we had ordered our drinks so we held steadfast.

Here are two of the guests engaged in casual chit chat.

Ha. It was the night before we came home 'cos you can see the Easyjet sketch on the next page bleeding through there. 

Three x blokes sitting, drinking.

Still on the veranda.

Two blokes sat with their beers, sketched them three times.

Like how the first bloke gets more elongated in each sketch.

If I carried on maybe he would have stretched out of all existence, like the bad bloke at the end of 'Ghost'.

More they lied.

Two more sketches of the couple from yesterday.

I think this is a better one of the bloke, doesn't make him look quite so old.

And I love how the fingers in the guide book she was reading worked out here.

It was the Lonely Planet guide to Cuba. EVERYONE seemed to have a copy. 

No wonder our paths crossed twice in one day.

They lied !

Went up a mountain one day. On the way up we met a couple coming down, who told us we were halfway there. So we gamely pressed on. And it turned out we were only a third of the way at best. But I guess it was a boost to our hiking moral, so whatever...

Then, later, as we sat in a (well-deserved) Mojito soaked daze on the veranda of the Hotel Casa Grande, the same couple arrived and sat right in front of us.

Such blatant willingness to participate in the narrative of the day couldn't be ignored. So here they are.

I just allowed myself an English nod of the head to them in acknowledgement of our mutual path crossing, and resisted the urge to stagger over and make them feel morally accountable for my throbbing, ravaged thighs.

I am not joking. By then end of the trip we could hardly walk, and HAD to spend an entire afternoon laying on sunbeds. 

Honest.

Sketch 20

On the platform before the train arrived.

Caught a quick sketch of this girl, sensibly having a hot coffee to stave off the cold morning. She took the lid off, but held it in place over the liquid when she wasn't sipping at it.

Liked how the sleeve of her fur lined coat hides her hands, overtook the shape of them.

The ghost of the cold train guy can be seen through the paper, must try and fix that so it doesn't become a regular thing.