So its seems that the English have a somewhat equivalent meal to what we would consider Sunday dinner – they just do theirs at lunch time. Or you could think of it as the after church buffet. Anyways, the club here in the village does a Sunday Lunch that we were told not to miss. We were forewarned that we might be the youngest folks there by a good 30 -40 years so there were no real surprises. It was a lot like stepping back into say 1982 – but lots of fun. Lunch started at 1PM so we walked UP to the club a few minutes before and by the time we got there it seemed as if we were already late as the place was jumpin. Lunch was buffet style – cold salads, roast beef, leg of lamb, pork tenderloin, assorted starches and vegys, and of course a dessert table. There was a local musician singing and playing keyboard and guitar – he was pretty good except for the fact that he had gone through about 60 seconds of Elton John’s “Your Song” before I figured out he was singing in English. Sydney’s doll Julie also joined us for dinner and was a hit among the grannies as well as the wait staff – they kept trying to serve her. By the time things were winding down one of the neighborhood dogs even wandered in to say hi – Sydney thought that was a HUGE plus. She (the dog) was very well mannered, collared, tagged, and didn’t beg – just came in to say hello. Afterwards we wandered back home and have just been sitting outside by the fire and enjoying some of our Spanish wine. Tomorrow is Ash/Green Monday (an orthodox Christian holiday similar to Ash Wednesday except that it’s described as a bit of a celebration) but despite the holiday we’re probably going to wander back into town and try to make it down to the some of the ruins or the harbor area – Sydney’s been wanting to see the coast. More to follow tomorrow.