Thursday, 5/9. Quiet kind of day. Picked up laundry. Bought shoes. Wandered the city. Had a lunch of sausages and fried eggs covering french fries. Strawberry shortcake ice cream cone. Watched an endless stream of carriages going here and there.
In the evening we attended a cooking class that was supposed to teach us how to make various tapas. In reality we learn to make soup, appetizer and paella. Been there, done that. I was a little put out.
We leave Spain tomorrow for Lisbon. I have mixed emotions whether to drive straight through or do some sightseeing along the way.
The shoe store was a family business. Nice people. 
Under the fried eggs is french fries. 
Woman is holding a guitar and standing on an anvil. Go figure. 
Didn’t see an Irish pub in Granada or Tarifa. All is right with the world again. 
A kind of omelet filled with potatoes. 
Deboning chicken.
That’s the potato egg thing I made for Thanksgiving.