Siesta, Fiesta, The Besta

So sorry for the lame title. It was the best I could come up with today, and at least it rhymes!

I feel like Cinderella! Today I actually got down on my hands and knees and scrubbed the tiles with a brush.

But it is a labour of love! I love this place! It is so sunny, so Mediterranean, so olivey. If you know what I mean.

Yesterday our five hours of work consisted of scrubbing the shower block from top to bottom, because it was caked in dust and insects, having been unused during the winter. Then we moved on to the casita, a little mini house for guests (and us) to relax in. We carried mattresses and doors on our heads and did many unintentional squats which I feel today in my hamstrings. Today we scrubbed the outdoor kitchen, which was covered in the dust that manages to get everywhere here. I have taken to wearing the same working clothes everyday this week, because they get dirty so quickly and we currently have no washing machine therefore I must preserve clothing. I advise all people to stay at a safe distance during the hours of 9am to 2pm, until I change into cleaner, better smelling attire.

This is the unglamorous part of retreat life. It takes a lot of work to make it look good, and run smoothly for the guests. Especially an Eco retreat, where water is precious, toilets must only be flushed for number twos, and solar power is the main source of energy. So when you go wees, you must not flush and you must also not put the toilet paper into the toilet, you must put it in a bin. It really challenges your habits, and makes you extra cautious when changing rubbish bins. It’s not all sunshine and massages. Although…. That totally comes into it. Us helpers are lucky because we only work 5 hours a day, whereas Sarah works tirelessly in the hot Spanish sun to get everything ready for the opening on Friday. I think this week is the hardest in terms of cleaning..

Once guests arrive our jobs are to lay out yoga mats, partake in morning yoga from 8 to 9.30 (if we want to), serve breakfast and eat with the guests, do light cleaning and bed changing in the tents, pump water and help out with any other random tasks. We also get the opportunity to make some money, by running workshops, giving massages or doing dinner nights, where we cook for the guests and they pay us a set price.

Megan (my fellow helper) and I are planning a vegan three course meal for the weekend, to give us a little pocket money. Not bad, not bad.

Last night, we took a trip into the largest nearby town, L’Ametlla de mar, and wandered the streets while Sarah went grocery shopping. It’s more of a fishing village, with tapas bars looking out over the fishing boats in the docks. We felt very Spanish, sitting at an outside table at dusk, drinking chilled red wine (I know) and eating tiny little salty fish covered in olive oil and garlic.

At the moment my afternoons after finishing work consist of lunch (with greens from the garden), changing clothing, lying by the pool for two hours in a sun lounger reading my book or trying to upload photos ( a struggle), checking my emails for 20 minutes, doing yoga outside, taking the dogs for a walk,showering, reading,eating, sleeping. I am so pooped every night, I forget about the possibility of wild boars or ants infiltrating the tent.

I feel so bronzed, it almost feels unnatural after an English winter. My limbs are no longer blinding to passers by. I am currently lying in the sunshine, towel over my face so that I can see the screen, listening to the goat herder herd his goats like a boss. You know he’s around in the hills when you hear the goat bells tinkle.

Aaaaah, Schpain.

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