Apr 13 09
What follows was an email I sent to Pete, he thinks it will make a good blog post, I am not so sure. So, if you are in any way offended, upset or put off your dinner by this post please contact Tish who will no doubt deal with Pete in the correct manner.
So on our last day the ferry doesn’t leave until 8pm and we had to be out of the flat for midday. We drove around looking at sites and overflowing, muddy rivers. We stopped at a bar for food, our Spanish isn’t quite up to the job but we got the message across between the two of us using a mixture of Spanish words and animal noises. We ordered soup followed by steak. When the soup arrived we looked at it and it looked back. We understand now that a Spanish waitress will laugh when an English person orders ‘traditional mountain soup’ – it’s made from the soft bits of a sheep skull (all of them).
And Pete, I can only apologize for the lack of photographs in this post.