On the day following Spain’s footballing victory I came across this cartoon in a Pontevedra newspaper. The Roman chappy is doing that “I came, I saw, I ...” thing when a Spaniard taps him on the shoulder and interrupts his train of thought. “Now,” says the Roman chappy, “what was the third one?” A little mean, but quite good fun. 
We have stayed a couple of nights with our friend Colin in Poio, rather envying the view from his window overlooking Pontevedra. There was quite a houseful with us, another friend of Colin’s from the North West of England and a couple of globe-trotting Australians who have been house-sitting for Colin while he was home in the UK for a while. 
We all went down into town (i.e. Pontevedra, where the sun was still shining) last night to sample an excellent selection of mostly seafood tapas: squid, prawns in garlic, zamburiñas – some kind of scallops – as well as tortilla, croquetas and pimientos de Padrón. All very good, especially with a nice bottle (or two) of chilled white wine to wash it down.
Just next to the restaurant where we ate was a place called “Dr Livingstone, Supongo”, decorated to look as though the famous explorer could walk in at any time. Despite a huge model rhinoceros and some belief that it is in the style of an English pub, it still manages to look very Spanish. 
Today we said farewell to Colin with yet another excursion to a seafood place for lunch. In fact, over the last ten days we seem to have consumed a huge amount of food. Ah well, we can start to cut down ... tomorrow, though, after we have visited the Nuevo Derby this evening, down in Vigo centre, to use their Wifi and get some free snacks .
Back in the bijou residence, it’s a good job I managed to work out how to make the washing machine complete its spin cycle, as there is a mountain of washing to get through.
The sun has obviously shone in Vigo as well during our absence, so I was pleased to discover that Rosemary and Basil, the herbs who live on the kitchen window ledge, have not only survived but thrived while we were away. I left them in a plastic box full of water but I was unsure how well they would get along, as we were leaving them for about ten days. But there they are, bright and perky.
To think that I was once told that basil cannot be grown in Vigo as it’s too far north!!!!(Honest!)
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