Zona

I went out early on the bike, deciding I'd just ride the dozen or so miles up to El Golfo, grab a cafe cortado, and then come home again via Las Brenas. Word of warning - if you're ever in El Golfo at 9.30am on a Saturday morning there is absolutely nowhere open for a cafe cortado, or anything else for that matter. It looked pretty tho', as always.

Went in to town for lunch, to an Italian that specialised in home-made pasta. Unsurprisingly it was quite delicious. It really was.

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