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We have recently discovered Bar Las Canas (there should be a tilde on the "n" but we don't know how to insert one!)
Gary (from Bedford) and Sarah make their own pure burgers which are utterly delicious. - and so cheap! When other places are struggling they are very popular - especially with the Spanish and Arabic speakers here. The latter know there is no hidden pork meat - unlike in other burgers round here!
There is a monthly special - and for March here it is! Ruth loves it!
Back to the reality of living in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean ....
Monday was the day of the wild goose (or goat) chase.
Exiled from the UK NHS screening programme Ruth needs a routine mamogram. Next time will be OK - we will be in the Spanish Social Security system which works. This time it needs to be paid for. Step 1 - an hour queueing in the local clinic to be told we need to go to the private clinic in Puerto del Rosario. "Do you have a card with the address?" - "No - but ere is a phone number!"
Step 2 - Ring up! Permanently engaged! Eventually R speaks to man in very slow Spanish. He says there is no need for an appointment - just turn up and the results will be available very quickly. A quick check on location - near Hiperdino - easy! - and it is open all day!
Step 3 - Check location on the web. Yes it is behind the new Rotundas mall - where there is a very large Hiperdino. Bob takes a mental picture of map. R thinks we should take a hard copy - but forgets.
Step 4 - Bus to Rosario and a long walk down to Rotundas. No sign of clinic in the supposed area. We ask a security officer at the Sorting Office who is very keen to help and goes away to check. No - it is back up the other end - vague mention of police station - ask when you are near there!
Step 4 - Check at the Red Cross. Guy there says it is back up the other side of the bus station. The temperature is 29 degrees. No sign of it anywhere up there. We go into the bus station. At the desk is a driver, a woman and an info man. They have a long discussion and say it is back down at the Rotundas. We gasp and the driver says we should get on his No 3 bus and he will drop us off! He won't take any money. Muy amable! He indicates a vague direction and we are back at the sorting office. No sign of clinic. Bob asks in a bar and we find it. It is closed for a long siesta... but hang on! There is more Spanish info on the door. Only hearing tests done here! The clinic has moved - back up near the old Hiperdino - not far from the police station - and we even had a street name now!
Step 5 - Groan in despair and go for tapas lunch on the seafront!
Step 6 - Just 3.5 hours after getting off the bus we find the clinic. It is modern and looks promising. The receptionist speaks good English and say that yes this can be done - how is April 6th for the x-ray and two weks later for the results, which have to be done in person!!!!! Hair is being torn out on our side of the desk We leave the island on 20th! We give an abbreviated account - she has no idea why we were told what we were told - perhaps the guy did not understand Ruth! Humiliation for an improving Spanish speaker! We will have to repeat research for Chania, Crete.
Step 7 - Back to the bus station - where we tell the info man who says he thought so all along! Muchas Gracias! Back to Corralejo and the afternoon sun is virtually gone!
Hey ho! Good job we are retired!