En la terraza

Lunch on G and A's terrace: the one photo I took today. Lucky it was a nice day, as we had to sit on the terrace due to the house being too small to seat six of us inside. They'd invited a couple of their friends who've spent the winter in La Herradura and are going home to chilly Britain tomorrow. We had an authentic Spanish experience again, shouting over the racket of passing mopeds, demolition work, and a man who was dragging sheets of corrugated iron down the street.

Before lunch: Spanish class. After lunch: an hour at the spa. And then a quick turnaround to go to choir practice ... I'm quite tired now.