Let's just say we got quite emotional at the Killer Tomato Festival, what with all the delicious food and the presence of the local mayor et al. We decided to refrain from the tomatoes as I have enough growing on the huerto and decided to buy some lovely goat's cheese, which goat we are not sure, some tinned tuna, not any old, plus some local type of bread that we carried round swinging in the air, proudly displaying the origin via the bag they put it in. Then onto a couple of taverns and finally dinner resulted in us leaving said bag of delicatessen behind on a chair but not to worry!! One of the waiters located us still going strong, outside some other bar and politely informed us that said goods were now languishing in the restaurant fridge and we could pick them up tomorrow. I love having faith in the human race!