So, Sunday 1st July, and it´s been a pretty Perfect Day here Up the Mountain.
(I´m just enjoying the song for the music, not looking into the deeper meaning here)!
We packed up the car with dogs, chairs and a picnic and headed down to a shady picnic area near a local lake. Of course, there was Jamon y Queso (ham and cheese).
No Spanish picnic would be complete without tortilla, and we also had some fried, salted peppers (although they were sweet today, not spicy).
And plenty of gazpacho to cool us down.
Then after chilling out, we headed off to watch the football….a glass of tinto de verano got us in the mood.
And … well…I went for the red shirt in the end. I figured, Spain is home, and home is where the heart is….Sorry Papá 4-0 to Spain against Italy!
It was a Perfect Day.
PS. Off again to the UK for a few days on Tuesday, so I´ll catch up with you all when I get back on Sunday.
Chica Andaluza 