After a late breakfast we went off to find the Monastry of Santa Catalina which was almost a town within a town. It was beautiful and was painted the most vibrant Mediterranean blues and terracotta. The nuns life didn't look so bad in such incredible surroundings although in reality being a cloistered nun must have been a tough life. Next we went on to find the Mercado of San Marino - a big covered market with stalls selling pretty much anything you can imagine. The meat and fish were all uncovered and there were too many flies for our liking but the herbs and spices all looked good. We stopped at one of many stalls selling fresh fruit smoothies that were made in front of us - tasted great. We picked up some street food including Tomalis and other things that looked like small Cornish pasties. Street food can be a bit risky but it was all freshly made and I'm writing this the next morning, not locked in the bathroom!
We started looking for a place to have lunch when Tilly felt something land on her head. A quick feel of her hand and she squealed out 'I've been poo'ed on, get it off or I'm going to cry'. We tried telling her it was lucky but I'm sure that's such something made up by someone who'd been crapped on by a bird and was trying to save face. A couple of ladies in a shop we were passing also tried telling her it was a good thing but she wasn't having any of it! Back to the hotel for a shower! The funniest thing about it really was that there were no birds anywhere - it must have been the most birdless place I've been to!
Next was lunch and we found a lovely place on a roof top terrace. I had to try the legendary Cuy or Guinea Pig which isn't the thing to order if you're hungry! It was ok but I won't be having it again. Jane said it just looked like a deep fried rat which was an observation that's difficult to argue with.