My first night in Spain, staying in a posada in Comillas,
a beautiful little town on a hill above its own beach and fishing haven, the
medieval town centre is all little shops bars and pavement cafes, not an
English voice to be heard and only Spanish number plates on the cars, Jan would
have loved it. This trip was planned before she became ill and I so really miss
being able to talk with her about the experience. Talking of the experience I
feel like an anthropologist in an undiscovered civilisation, this totally
Spanish world is literally a world away from the Costas but it is good to sit
back and watch a different society at work and play. I went out tonight with my
phrase book and managed all the conversation in Spanish until I asked for ‘la
cuenta’ and the waitress said ’14 euros 50 please’ Ah well I tried.
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