Friends drinking Irish beer in Spain |
Howard carving the pig leg |
Cuidado! |
Murphy's y tapas |
After that we were off to the Irish pub around the corner (first carve, then drink, if you want to avoid serious injury!), where we had some fresh Murphys off the barrel.
Old buddies ... |
... and a beautiful young woman |
Before long, Howard's Mexican wife, Lydia, and his beautiful daughter Karen joined us for a quaff and tapas. You know that you're in Spain when the girls leave at 9:30 p.m. to buy the ingredients for that evening's supper!
To make a very long evening short, we sat together at home over more tapas and two fantastic bottles of wine until the very wee-ish hour of 2:30 a.m., with a 7:00 a.m. reveille looming. But one lives just once. The four of us (occasionally joined by the non-pictured Simon, Howard's third child—the lovely Sandra just recently moved away from home) had an absolutely wonderful evening, and I will make every effort to stop over next time the opportunity arises.
And now I am sitting here in the BA lounge, with about 30 minutes left until my flight starts to board. What an incredible week I have had. What a fortunate man I am to experience all this. And still I wish for nothing more than to share all this with my Judy, which, of course, is impossible. However, she has been with me on this entire trip—just ask Sabine, Wolfgang and Inge, and Howard's clan. Yes, Judy was present the entire time.
That's all for now, folks.
Jürgen
Hi Jurgen, Great photos. Must be nice to be retired! Missed you at the meeting last night.Carol
ReplyDeleteJurgen,
ReplyDeleteNext time you stop through Spain you need to let me know, or make a point to come through Sevilla sometime. I have lots of travel opportunities, so it wouldn't be too hard to make it up to Madrid to say hi on your way through.