El Castillo

The Current Mrs Creel is purring as she laps up the Andalucian weather in our little love nest*. This cool pint of San Miguel is slipping down as easily as all the others.
I created a rammie today in the sleepy little village centre. Jose had brought out our tapas (as he has been doing for decades). San Miguel sent me to the gents facilites where l rived the handle clean off the door. This meant no-one could get in and the poor bugger inside couldn't get out. According to Jose l didn't take the situation seriously enough.
*Quote provided from bar room floor.