I forgot what it was like to wander around Spanish towns during siesta. You feel as if you have the world to yourself; there’s something clandestine about it. Arrecife is a beguiling little town. Green doors, fishermen, old churches and graffiti. The only people out and about are old men. Maybe they are enjoying the only peace they get, while their wives are asleep.
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You sound like an old man! They only peace they get while their wives are asleep………….? Ha maybe their wives have passed away earlier cause their husbands have driven them around the bend?
Sorry Emma … meant to say It sounds like you have been talking to an old man!