6 Spanish men & 1 English elbow

6 Spanish men sat in a line, smoking, and putting the world to rights.

A glorious wander through the old town today culminating in us sat outside an old bar overlooking the cove and out to the glories of the Atlantic. We sat on an old dilapidated wooden bench and leaned against the perfectly whitewashed wall that framed doors and frames that perhaps last saw paint 30 years ago.

Here I drank an Estrella beer and Karen a fine white wine and together we shared the tastes of the view. And the fee for this extraordinary slice of good fortune? €3. I kid you not.

We strolled back hand in hand happier and wiser for our morning stroll.

6 Spanish men and 1 English elbow.

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