#bigday

While welcoming the sun on the roof terrace, Husband was taking delivery of “the beast”, a carmine red Porsche Panamera. He texted it was his #bigday. I believe it was. Meantime, shopping was on the menu followed by great tapas in the central market. A beer then a sherry then some wine. The tapas was very good. Great place just to sit and linger over some white anchovies, a few slices of pork and some sherry (or have I mentioned that already). Day 3 in the big brother house and we have attuned to the Spanish timings. Siesta on the roof terrace while some laboured in the kitchen skinning tomatoes and making gazpacho. A trip to the beach with the compulsory 30-minute search for a parking space. Beach not so fab – Barbate – reminiscent of trips to Bournemouth when I was little. Many many people – happily no other non-Spanish audible. Cloudy and a bit chilly but home beckoned and we chilled out prepping the next feast. Gazpacho was awesome. A flamenco fashion show in a stunning setting rounded off the evening followed by a meal which would have been fit for a masterchef final. Had too stay awake but check out these pictures!