What a wonderful time we had in northern Spain, touring around in the campervan. A lovely area, which I’ll be posting about shortly.
They don’t dig the roads up every week in northern Spain, and in fact there are more patches in the road between our house and where it joins Portobello Road than we saw in 400 miles of driving around Spain. They’re also very good at recycling and various public amenities in Spain, such as providing cycle paths, information boards and handrails. On the other hand, their maps of the mountains are incomprehensible, as are the hours that they eat.
Everything stops between 2pm and 5pm in northern Spain – everything is closed and everyone disappears from the streets. When we would normally want to eat in the evenings, the restaurants were not open – they seem to open later on. What we tended to do was go somewhere and have a late lunch, and cook ourselves a snack later.
I was very pleased that I managed to find a shop selling callos (tripe). They know their offal in Spain, and it’s wonderful. I’m thinking of inviting Fat Mac round to sample it – I’ll simply tell him it’s alcoholic. I also bought ingredients for receta fabada Asturiana which is one of my favourites.