I’ve left Bavaria’s green meadows and mossy woods behind and I’m back in the furnace that is Toledo. And it’s not a second too early to start reminiscing about the food… I won’t be having this for brekkie tomorrow, that much I know 😦
OK… technically, this was Monday’s breakfast (with my mum and aunt) in a lovely restaurant. It’s just that this morning’s bread and cheese affair before setting off to the airport wasn’t very exciting 😉
Monday afternoon, once breakfast had subsided a bit, I had this with my friend Martina…VOLCANO ICE CREAM!
Ooooooh, ice cream… Spain is crap at ice cream, did I mention that?! Sigh.
I only just got back from a strenuous girlie shopping expedition with my friend Martina. After trying on countless garments, we rewarded ourselves with this:
On the way to the car park, we passed by this construction site:
Looks like thirsty work up there…
Germany does ice cream exceedingly well. But only because Italians are in charge of it.
That’s my brother there on the left. And yes, we managed to eat all of that, between the three of us.