A repast, no, but fun, yes
Tin and I left for Zahara by bus yesterday from Cadiz for a repast on the beach with friends but judging by the way our friends relax, I’d say it was more of a fun in the sun till you drop sort of trip.
Along the way, we saw the fields of sunflowers, the bulls grazing on the golden grass of Andalusia, the windmills that forever remind me of Cervantes despite their steel grey color and modern design that resemble nothing Don Quixote would have ever seen.
We stayed with a friend in her town home with her dog Pancho and her son Gonzalo there in the village and were treated to meals after meals of delicious Spanish food and wine, beach (where Pablo, Alberto, Louis, Rafa, Juan and Manolo played NONSTOP with Tin), walks, and talks – all more fun than fun should be. We came home late last night, Tin wearing eye make up, weary, and both happy to crawl into our beds. A repast, well no, but a good time had by all.
July 23rd, 2012 at 9:13 am
“A repast, well no, but a good time had by all.”
now THAT’s what I call a good ending!