Somewhere between October and November I put myself on the plane to Spain much to the shock of one of my oldest friends who with her family have made their home there.
It was beyond fantastic to be with her for a few days she is a light in my life.
I don't normally post photos of friends or their children, but hey no one's looking!
Many moons ago Señor B remarked that she liked it when friends came to stay and they knew what they wanted to sight see so with that I forwarded a list.
Plaza de Toros de las Ventas
Bring on those Bulls!
More to the point let me see that embroidery.
There is a museum round the back and we spent a lot of time, which one would you wear etc.
In the end I chose a black and flesh tone jacket that looked Victorian. The early examples are almost papal, reds, gold and ivory. Then Elvis must have come to town and the pink and turquoise make an appearance.
The construction of the garments is incredible and those that are soaked in blood, sweat and dirt, make your tummy turn even though they may be thirty years old.
You get the idea, every time a Matador is killed a new angel gets it's wings.
Bulls are treated like royalty, I like dogs, it makes me sad to think of the bull in the ring trying to find it's feet saying, Why? why are you doing this to me, you were so nice to me yesterday?
There was also fabric and shawl shops on the list, but we were a bit late arriving after closing time but I didn't mind. A trip to a Sephora ended with a mini haul of v expensive samples because Ricardo had spent some time in Milton Keynes and just couldn't help himself when it came to Tom Ford and top shelf Lancome.
Had this place been open I'd be wearing those shoes. Luckily I've saved 60 euros, and what the hell I'm creative, some navy ballets flats from the high street and raid the girls craft pom pom stash and a glue gun viola!
I spent the rest of the time walking and eating and talking about how you cook stuff.
I now know how you make the sauce with the tomatoes, peppers and potatoes, keep it simple and add butter toward the end of cooking.
I few with a small bag so stayed out of the supermarket.
Chocolate con Churros, done, and it doesn't need repeating.
It's a lot for the system, I went all out.
Then it rained, which I hear is unheard of.
So the flea market on a Sunday will have to wait for another time.
This last one is one of those grand old buildings where they are waiting for the last tenants to 'leave', before the developers swoop in.
It is all quite beautiful.
How many heads can you count?
I know! no photos!
I had a wonderful time being away from my own kitchen, I loved hanging out with the children who were tots when I was with them last. I think they liked me.
I never drink, but as I was out of the country, it felt good.
Señor B, walks. She made her legs long by walking. I thought I might need new hips are the end of it, but no I just have a new thought.
If you think you are walking, then you can always walk further and faster and it is good for you.
Thank you for having me.