Wow its blowing a hoolie today, what happened to the sunny spain I was promised 🤣 We decided to brace ourselves against the wind to visit Quevedo 1981 cafe on the sea front for cake and wifi.
There are definite perks to being vegan…the only cake option was a huge slice of chocolate cake. Poor Markles slice pailed in comparison, so I shared…a little.
Looking over the map we were torn between dashing to Morrison’s in Gibraltar to buy mince pies and other British yummies, or driving inland towards Granada.
As a weird curveball I found an article about a small village of Galera that had hand crocheted a huge xmas tree out of old plastic bags. That swung it and we drove two hours to see it. The effect was lovely.
We then drove over to the next village Orce. There isn’t much here except a prehistoric museum which we had left it too late to visit today, so instead we bunkered down in the van and made a xmas inspired rice pudding with cranberries, cinnamon and orange peel. As a token towards healthy living, I braved a mile run before scoffing it, it was delicious.
Bedtime was the usual pondering of how I was going to squeeze in
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