Quivering from his soft touch, she chuckled and scooted her chair back.  “Woohoo, joy riding in a golf cart, I can’t wait!”  Standing she peered playfully over her shoulder at him and stuck out her tongue.<br/><br/>Sarah scooped her handbag off the floor and pushed the strap onto her shoulder before walking around the chair.  She slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow as they walked to the reception area.<br/><br/>Other than a slight quirk of an inquisitive eyebrow, Mel didn’t question their cosiness, or their request for a taxi.  She told them one would be with them shortly and they meandered out to the front gate to wait for it.   Seconds after arriving at the gate a taxi pulled up.<br/><br/>Once underway Sarah leaned forward and asked the driver.  “Apesadumbrado, mi español no es muy bueno, erm  hay una biblioteca cerca cerca?”<br/><br/>Her Spanish was so rusty she wasn’t even sure she was using the correct syntax, but the driver evidently understood as she got a gruff “Si” in response before the car accelerated in that typical European way and Sarah was pushed back against the seat.<br/>