FIESTA! AND SOME ZARZUELA
See, depsite the tales to the contrary I'm not a) dead, b) abducted by aliens or c) swanninjg around a desert island with the gal in my last post. ( Was it?) We’ve just returned home from the fiesta in our local village; that of course was after hearing the music pounding away until 6am this morning. Not that one would notice, because everyone – and I mean everyone - seemed full of beans when we got there at about noon: just dunno how they do it! Or, cunning this! maybe they have doppelgangers... Sign in to see full entry.