Postcard 12

11 October 2018 – Sitting at the cafe Etel&pan (which might translate to ‘Ethel an’ her bap’ back home).

Like I said, there we were sitting outside in the Plaza de Constitution and along comes Juan, our hostelerio (guy who runs the hostel- and he does it better than most). He tells us that the wee house across from where we are eating our sourdough toast spread with roasted peppers, cheese and tuna, is where he was born and reared. It looks amazing… hope you think so too…