Firo 2015

We walked to the Port and back. Tommy and his clan were there in kilts as an extra brigade to the delight of a passing tramful of damsels. Then Ben withstood "ten minutes of swearing mummy!" from me as I thought I had lost my phone on the way. It was on the table at home.

We saw the Repic battle (above) and I got a great big kiss from a rampaging moro, who then apologised immediately.  I really didn't mind at all! 

Back home, we collapsed onto a kebab, I sent my pictures through hoping they got to the bulletin on time and then we were back out to the square. Now deaf. Love it.

Visca Soller! Visca Firo! Visca Soller!