Outside the new Frankfurter

My brother busboy and I got the bus up to Sarria this morning and wandered around the wee streets, the fresh food market and the little street where Bb and I had a rented flat for 5 years and where my brother had visited previously and stayed over - pre-blip days. We walked home and met Debbie, who was having a Coke in our local 365 cafe at ‘their table’.

Relaxing afternoon, all doing our own things and dipping in and out of each other’s company.

Dinner at our local Frankfurter, where busboy now has a nice rapport with Salva, who’s tickled and delighted with his good attempts at ordering in Spanish. All this will stand him in good stead for their next visit here.