Jan's View

By HarlingDarling

Doorstep

The worn doorstep of the Adega where we had a few tiny glasses of the local red and a basket of bread and sliced mature cheese. That was after church, always an interesting experience in a language you know very little of.

We spent the evening at a birthday party our hosts were invited to. We were sort of gatecrashing. Our hosts left to go to another session with other friends. We remained and were some of the last to leave. Result! But really, it was a lovely evening with many conversations. Including one where I was called an unusually intelligent socialist. There’s a first time for everything.

By the way, I didn't go to the bullfight, and the bulls didn't die smiling and happy, that was a comment from a happy smiling man who went to the bullfight! I'll get  a bit of punctuation in there!!

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