We'd been arranged to pick up two people we'd never met (!) and no, we won't be seeing them again - they're the sort of ex-pats who go on aabout how much they have, what they've done with all the land, how much things cost, blah blah, balh. I'm sure Ally knows some bods like that too - and avoids them
So, there were Dutch (very rude,) Portuguese (lovely) and English (various)
And a whole sheep had been killed the day before and as Luis did the butchery, we had everything - and I mean everything - from said sheep. And another Luis did the bbq and it was superb, if a bit fatty (not a lamb lover)
But I got talking to a bloke originally from Cuba and he has a bar in the next village and I have "persuaded" Grumpy to go there tomorrow night.
It's not normally my sort of thing, as it's going to be mostly English, with a few locals, but they have a table footie competition going on, and I really would like to speak to an estate agent I also talked to, a bit more - so a few more beers will be consumed
And the lad from Cuba had me in stictches, as the Dutch were going on about him being gay (which he very obviously was) but his put downs were so very well done, I was almost crying - won't say it on here, a bit rude