We were for a walk in the ‘campo’ on Sunday when, just passing a small holding full of sheep, lambs and chickens, I saw a man waving frantically to me. It was Antonio, a.k.a. ‘pastor’ from the cafe in the plaza.
Anyway, he gave us some eggs, complete with grass and chicken-s**t. I guess we are goods friends now! I didn’t like to tell him I am a vegan and don’t eat eggs (my husband will eat them though). I am sure he would think I was crazy to draw them rather than eat them! 🙂
Spanish scribbles 
Great story and picture:)
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks! 🙂
LikeLike
Ah, the eggs. And even worse, the cheese. And the partner who is not vegan. But still, I could be married to an omnivore. I’ve eaten the eggs from our darling chickens, at least I knew they were happy chickens with a decent diet, but any other eggs are desperation measures. Eg stuck in the middle of Spanish nowhere and tortilla is the least worst option. Luckily our neighbours have only ever given us veg, phew!
LikeLiked by 1 person
The chickens seemed free and happy, so the best kind of eggs 🙂
LikeLike
the country folk are so generous – what a lovely gift. Beautiful drawing, I’m sure that the pastor would be thrilled if he knew that you’d made a picture of them.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, Lottie. Maybe I’ll show him 🙂
LikeLike
Gift of eggs ? Maybe gift of friendship? Great sketch, Wendy. Wish I had half your talent. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Aw, thank you so much! 🙂
LikeLike
That’s right. Who draws eggs after all? Answer: someone who draws as well as you do.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks 🙂
LikeLike
Lovely gift, lovely eggs and lovely story Wendy ❤
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Ralph x
LikeLiked by 1 person
The eggs in Andalucia are so tasty! It’s not unusual to be given some by a local from a smallholding. Andalucians are very generous.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Love your travel journal. Will be back.
LikeLike