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8:30pm and wandering thru Pizarra to find the car.

After the entertaining moments of ordering food on our first night with less-than-pidgeon Spanish, tonight was less hilarious and more harmonious.

Nice to wander thru the streets of the the village, tiled façades, clean walls and tiled streets.

And then I came across the rather marvellous Palacio de los Condes de Puerto Hermos.

We're definitely not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy. Not that we were to begin with.