GP and I had to switch cars today as he was going into the center and mine is natural gas so can go into areas where others can't.  We met at 1:15 in front of the medical building where I had to go to the physical therapist and it's a good thing too because paying my "ticket" proved to be a little complicated.  Of course.  The machines where one pays are on the first and third floors, the first floor for credit cards and the third for cash (exact change).  Unfortunately over the summer the co-pays had changed but the machines hadn't caught up so my receipt couldn't be scanned and everything had to be entered manually.  I didn't have the correct change, something bizarre like 37 cents, and have a debit card but not a credit card here and naturally the machine would not take a debit card so GP had to pay with his Visa.  I finally got in the damned office and met with the doctor who was very pleasant and all is well.  While in the waiting room I watched a small, old man, smelling heavily of alcohol, move from person to person trying to strike up a conversation.  He smelled so awful I moved seats and pretended to be busy working on my phone, (really just pressing buttons).  He tried with me anyhow and I was tempted to tell him I didn't speak Italian but instead just smiled and went back to my button pushing.  I'd have felt sorry for him if he hadn't been there with his wife who he completely ignored.  Then there was a strange little boy who had the proportions of an adult but in miniature.  You know how children have larger heads for their bodies, well he didn't.   He kept burping and speaking loudly and walking around with his little pinhead touching everything.  He was very odd and it was hard not to stare but I controlled myself. 

Here are some pics from the weekend.  xxoo me

The hotel clubhouse

Breakfast overlooking courts

Lunchtime everyone leaves the beach!

View down the beach