Iberian Adventure Day 4

Another day of lazing and lounging. MrRoly went off to get pastel del nata and croissants for breakfast and yet again ended up at the quarry. Stupid Googlemaps.

The old man who lives at the farm speaks no English and we’ve done all booking via his son. He’s a jolly seeming chap though (the Dad) and we’re getting by with a lot of international sign language. So far he has brought us 3 bottles of the white wine he makes and refused to let us pay him, which is a lovely bonus!!

As for the extras - Smallest has suffered some unfortunate chafing due to his swimming shorts and spending an entire day in them without them drying out yesterday.  After trying various alternatives, he claimed his sister's spare cossie provided the most relief and proceeded to perform brief Beyonce dance for us...