Table Companions

Off to Elvas today for a service in the English Chapel there to "remember deceased members". We're not even very sure who members are, but we like the folk who gather  (a mixture of British, Spanish and Portuguese), and the priest who does the service. And afterwards, we usually have lunch together. Spent most of the meal talking to these two, and a half Portuguese, half Spanish guy, really interesting.

It was so hot, though - over 41C (around 106F), walking through the streets was nigh on unbearable. The air con was going full blast, but you can see Eileen's wet hair, even so. We then decided to grocery shop in Badajoz on the way back, having missed our Saturday market - but everything was closed for St John the Baptist's day, shopping centre, supermarket, everything - the Spaniards obviously take their holidays even more assiduously than the Portuguese do.

Gratefuls:
- a delicious six-course lunch, cooked in a small kitchen by the owner's wife, all organised by Henrique
- cooling off in our wine vat when we got back, even though a lot of the water had leaked out; with the wind, it helps for a bit
- lovely chat with the mother of the bride about what we might wear to the wedding, amongst other topics; relieved she doesn't like wearing  hats either

Oh, and to answer the query yesterday, both the rim of the wine in your glass, and the cartilage round your knee are called meniscus, which means small moon in Latin (as in the new, crescent moon) - because of the shape of both things. I knew about the knee, but didn't believe Mike when he said that was what the edge of my wine was called!