Mountain pirates

How lucky we were. There was no room in Bunyola or Orient, so we just kept driving until we reached Alaro and Es Verger up near the castle. Determined, we waited and were rewarded. I dream of their arroz brut and will again. The noise level was at times deafening and the camaraderie too. We shared bread and water and wine up the tables. Lou and mum were admired and cheered by all. It was magnificent.