This is Queen Nia the wise, tucking in to tapas and vino, in El Rocio, a wild west town transposed somehow to Southern Spain. El Rocio was founded in 1270 by King Alfonso the wise, and is composed of houses, bars, restaurants and fraternity houses, criss crossed by wide sandy streets, with wooden railings everywhere to tie your horse(s) to.
And you are as likely to meet a horse as a car on the streets.
We stopped for lunch in a restaurant close to the beach. The menu was beyond my Spanish and the waiter had no English so we just let him choose. I had tortillitas de merluca, aka hake fritters and Nia had tortillitas de camerones…shrimp fritters. Washed down with a cold beer. Delicious.