La mejor tortilla

You need to go to a bar (the catch all word for cafes etc) to use a toilet, and I need to do that more times in a day than I can reasonably have a coffee, so in the afternoons it's often a snack I don't really need but am quietly fond of being *forced* to have.

On this occasion I picked a bar and my snack at random - a bit of potato tortilla, given apparently my egg thirst is unquenchable today.

Tucking into it at the bar a man approached me - que tal peregrina? Was I enjoying the Camino? Did I like the tortilla? He made it! Pleased to have got through all this in passable Spanish, I was beaming off into the middle distance as he shuffled off to resume his place at a table of about six card sharks.

My eyes landed on this. It's him, wearing the same shirt. It actually looks suspiciously like the Mercury, are they buying stock templates? Well done anyway, very tasty.Read more