Once home we stepped off to the internet shop to email and blog. Task undertaken and tapas consumed, we left for another of Riogordos' hot spots for dinner.
The tables at Meson la Era were reserved for dinner when we entered- yes, but not for tonight as it turned out - Friday was a quiet one and we supped alone. Scanning the menu and passing on the soup with garlic shorts (some problems with the translation....), I requested Pongame callos poir favor. Sorry, no tripe, is not in season. Huh?????. I'm sure I saw cows today.
Once satisfied , our post-repast perambulation took us up a steep hill and towards the town's cultural centre. Inside, the community choir of mature women sang a primitive song accompanied by a strange percussion instrument requiring goat skins and moist sticks.
Completely spooked, we headed home.
.....to be continued.
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