When I was walking back from the lighthouse, I passed a restaurant advertising Italian food, and it gave me the idea to eat out on my last night in Fuerteventura. I haven't gone hungry here, and they definitely make a big effort in the kitchens here at the hotel, but the food has been pretty mediocre. I went back to the hotel, shaved, showered, and got smartly dressed up. Then, about 6.30pm, I walked back down to the restaurant I'd seen. It's certainly not a fancy place, more somewhere you'd stop for coffee, a beer, or ice-cream, than a restaurant. Inside, all the tables were empty, while in the semi-covered area opposite, there were people sat at 4 or 5 tables, having a beer or a soft drink. There was no sign of a waitress, so I sat down at one of the empty tables, and waited. An English family, with several children, arrived, and sat at a large round table inside the restaurant, with the kids talking about pizza. Shortly after, a waitress came out with a beer for one of the customers already seated, and approached me as if to take my order, with a notepad in her hand. I greeted her in Spanish, and asked if I might see the menu. I was surprised when she said there was a problem in the kitchen, and they could not serve food that evening. When I expressed dismay, she said, in English, "The kitchen is close-ed!" Reverting back to Spanish, she suggested I come another night, but I told her I was going back to England tomorrow. She walked away, and I stood up to leave, somewhat taken aback. I had not seen her speak to the English family, but they appeared to be looking at menus, and I didn't see anyone else leaving. I briefly considered going back to the hotel, where all my food and drink were already paid for, but decided to walk on. I wondered if they had not wanted to give up a table to a solo diner. After a while, I came across an Italian restaurant, which looked to be more up market. I asked if they had a table for one. Most of the tables were already occupied, and the waiter hesitated slightly, checking the reservation list, before giving me a table. I thought back to the first place, still unconvinced by the kitchen story, and wondering why they didn't just say they were fully booked. I ordered bruschetta as a starter, followed by rigatoni arabiatta. I asked if they sold wine by the glass, and the waiter asked what sort of wine I would like. I asked him what they had, and he told me,"We have all sorts of wine; red, white, rose..." I'd been hoping for a little bit more than that, but settled for a glass of red, which turned out to be ice-cold, and pretty 'austere' to say the least. The restaurant filled up, and the waiter was having to turn away diners. My bruschetta came, and was pretty awful. The rigatoni was a little better, but not by much. I paid, recalling that I'd read that the island didn't have many good restaurants, and leaving a decent tip despite the disappointing food. I walked back towards the hotel, and when I approached the first place I'd visited, I could see people eating. So much for the kitchen being closed, I thought, but far stranger, as I actually passed it, most of the tables were empty, and the English family were still there, eating pizza! I thought that was pretty bizarre

Back at the hotel, I didn't fancy a drink, so I've retired for the evening. Not a very exciting final evening for my holidays, but I'll have a long, and no doubt, tiring day tomorrow, when I'm sure the low Leeds temperatures will come as something of a shock!
