I could live here it’s so beautiful and charming. Well, except for the driving. What maniac dedided to change the steering wheel to the right side. If you have never done it (and want to loose some weight) I highly recommend it. It’s aerobic! I am sure my heart rate was at maximum level every time the British accented GPS said “take the second left” as I am going CLOCKWISE around the roundabout. It’s worth it to drive to the tiniest towns full of history.
It seems I am a collector of three types of photos; 1. Gravestones
My husband is wearing his Stetson cowboy hat everywhere and his ostrich boots which draw a few stares. So far only two brave souls have asked to take his picture.
We are loving the open air markets Wednesdays and Saturdays. Homemade breads and pastries, meat pies, fruits and vegetables…
But then there was the pig booth. Just about anything one could do to pig parts is represented. Thank goodness they left out the privates. I told G that Pig privates must not have the FLAVOR of bull privates or this place would have it. He is ignoring me now. Speaking of G, he answers people’s questions in a terrible British accent. He won’t stop. People just look at this black Stetson wearing, Ostrich boot havin’, American with a terrible British/Mexican accent with the most confounded looks. Sigh.