I forgot to write about Friday night. Unusually for us we went to bed very late – 12.30 and as we turned out the light we congratulated ourselves on how ‘Spanish’ we were getting.
Until that is about 10 minutes later when a car pulled up and a banging on our front door was accompanied by the cry of Eeeeaaan, it is I, Barreeee. Barry was on his way out and inviting Ian up to the bar where there was kareoki (how is it spelt?) which was soon to be starting at around 1 o’clock! We hid under the bedclothes until he went away. Perhaps we’ve still got a way to go before we get truely into the Spanish way of life!