When the toreadors or bull fighting comes to town there seems to be a number of collectives that assemble in uniform colours to celebrate and basically get absolutely slaughtered in the booze. Whilst some of these go to see the bullfighting, many, I suspect, don't tend to agree but join in the revelry in town regardless. These are known as Peña and certainly light up the town. They assemble in two of the squares in town; one for the youngsters and another for the mid 20s to 30s. Normally the Police would move this type of activity on but a few times a year they make this exception.

The teenagers, some who look about 13, drink out of those blue mineral water bottles a mix of rum and coke called calimocho and they seem to bloody love it...and hate it after a few hours. We went into town for tea around 7.30 and the street odour resembled that of a public toilet. Go figure! There was also a bit of chunder adorning the pavement slabs too: good work considering the time.

Finally: we got two huge Jamon sandwiches/ baguettes yesterday and a plate of Jamon and beers for €11! I suggested that it would cost twice that in Pound Sterling in the UK. I really do like this place!