La España profunda (Darkest Spain)

Finally back on the island, abuelo and abuela are feeling very glad to be at home. Their legs are firmly under the camilla, with the brasero on.

This is a scene you can still find all over Spain. The camilla has a special platform for a heater, now usually electric, but also frequently with a pan of hot cinders. It's oddly addictive and very conducive for chatting.

We were so glad to see abuelo really looking relaxed and adjusting to life with stents. It was a very jolly occasion, Mum really enjoys visiting even though she (and I for that matter) can understand very little. They have quite strong Extremaduran accents.

This was just at the point where José, Agu's sister said that the (visiting) dog really needed a little more love. Abuela replied, very dryly, "I don't give my love to anyone!" At which point everyone collapsed laughing, and then again when it was explained to mum. I may try and put that one on the blog later.

As you may have guessed, I didn't win the lottery yesterday, but this kind of afternoon is priceless:)

Hope you're all having a great weekend.