I think I may stay in Spain forever.

Stumbled upon a bar. Food was hot and fresh and you got what they had. But it came with a warm hug of female love and free pours of wine and excessive laughter that was infectious. Locals pouring in and the ladies know their orders. Guessing certain bottles were specific for each customer. Never a question, just a pour and every local seems to get the pour into their coffee cups. No coffee, just special pours into the cups. When I ordered wine it came as a pour your own bottle with what my Italian father, would self depreciate in jest, and call a “dego” glass. That he would say was the best way to have table wine. It felt like home. And yes, I’m still here. Food was grilled ham and fried potatoes. Not healthy, but heartwarming and tasted like the scent of home and love. The Camino provides. Written while myself and the are owners are singing “staying alive” to the ill tuned radio station song. These ladies are everyone’s mother, sister, wife, cousin and friend. I love them.Baca lagi