Six of us attended the Friday night mass and the church was packed. It's the beginning of a four day weekend so many people had come from 'away' to visit Santiago.
The nativity scene reminded me of the few that we saw in southern Spain with Stefan and his family last year.
We went for a quick drink, Nick pouring,
and some tapas and then I walked home. For some reason I thought it was about 9pm, but, in fact, I walked through Lanzada's door after 10:30. She and Victor were waiting for me as they had invited their neighbours for dinner. So at 11, we sat down to a lovely salad and smoked salmon, a couple of bottles of wine and then cava. Before you knew it, it was close to 2am! Fortunately I didn't need to be up until 9 on Saturday.
The same six had arranged to have lunch at the hotel San Francisco. The dining room:
So my ex-neighbour Rosa, her mother Rosa, from Pontevedra, joined Daphne, Nick, Naoko and I for a delicious lunch. As per Spanish schedules, lunch began after 1:30 and we didn't move from the table until 3:45, when Daphne and I had to rush off to register for the Encuentro.
I know you've missed the food shots. This is my starter salad.
And this is my salmon. Not a great picture, but delicious.
The meetings have begun and I see familiar faces. The next three days will be a lot of loud, fast Spanish, so I know I'll be exhausted.
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