Land of the Fe and Home of the Brave
Today’s post comes straight from the personal experiences of the Unexpected Brother. He is beginning to spend a lot of time on the road and is experiencing first-hand that which I can be a little blasé about. Still, there are some things which would make even me do a double-take.
On what is fast becoming a commute to Spain these days, he sat down for dinner in a small restaurant tucked along a narrow alley that time and the local council forgot. Eating in Spain is an exhilarating and adrenalin-filled experience, and that’s before you’re even seated.
He, and the few colleagues he was with, slumped into the chairs, all glad to have a heavy day behind them. One of the party had been thinking about nothing else other than the meal all day long and so the conversation thinned into nothingness as the menu arrived and the moustachioed waiter went off to forget about their drinks order.
They flipped the little booklet of promise open. My brother’s eyes rested on the top of the page, trying to decipher the item:
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