We have had such hectic times, with packing everything up and putting in storage, problems with car and house insurance it was lovely to go to Casa Araez with Helena and Roger for hopefully what was our last night in our home.
Geoff packed the car, and we then had to unpack it, so we could get everything in, we still have left somethings behind, sorry Karon! We had a lovely cooked breakfast at the Rusty Nail, went home again, as Geoff couldn’t find our travel documents, I got a bit tearful, it has been such a happy Home, I will miss it. We called into Mary’s to drop our odds and ends off, then we were heading north to Chinchón.
We arrived at 4pm to a fantastic Parador, right in the centre of the village a 17th century Augustian Convent, with Renaissance murals, vaults and Castillian furniture a lovely early birthday treat.
We went for a walk-about in the square, which is literally just around the corner, then went for a drink, a couple of wines with tapas, lovely, we then decided to try somewhere else, wish we hadn’t bothered, not so friendly and twice the price, we wanted tapas, and this bar said they had everything, well in fact all they had was crisps. We decided to go back to where we had come from.
By this time more people were in this bar, we ordered a couple of racciones I was back on Agua con gas, a typical Spanish bar, but so friendly, we got talking to Liz, who was born in Cuba, lived in Miami, and has settled here, we tried our Spanish, she spoke some English, they bought us drinks, back on wine again, and they gave me a garlic, apparently they grow them here, and it’s a sign of friendship, we bought them drinks, Geoff was on Soberano again, we had more tapas, they shared a type of black pudding with us. A lovely way to start our holiday, we were going to eat at the hotel, but preferred mixing with the locals.