Gladdy Pops in...

and he's ready to play cricket!

There is a rush on tracksuits in Corto Inglese after Gladdy (aka Papa Smurf) popped in looking like he had just warmed down from his last Real Madrid game. I just managed to extract him from the scuffle of fans at the airport and quickly whisked him away to his hotel where he changed to jeans and shirt and was able to re-emerge into the streets of Granada in cognito.

It was bloody good to see him!


Gaz was fresh from a world tour and keen to taste a little Spain. We had travelled together before in Europe though I had erased the images of him silhouetted nude against a Parisian hotel window at 2 am from my mind. Thankfully I wasn't wearing my glasses at the time. Funnily enough I travel with earplugs and he with an airline eye mask - after this I had always intended to carry both. Unfortunately I'd forgotten my mask!

So straight to a Granada tapas bar for a 'selection de tapas' and 'vino rojo' or two. Then the hazy walk home at 2am after a few war stories. A good night out.

We did a walk up to the old mines on the mountain in front of our house then down through a deep canyon reminiscent of the 1970's spaghetti westerns. The next day we were a little uncomfortable in the calves though Gladdy thought the exercise would give him another 5km per hour bowling pace for the next match. I have heard that in his absence the super subs have been doing just fine and he may be relegated to the bench. Time will tell. He looks pretty fit to me!

We also did some trips up the mountain to the villages and one a little further to look at the snow. The photo below is the mountain behind our house.

and this Gaz is what I reckon was your best photo from your day at the Alhambra...

A little ripper!

Hasta luego y gracias por tu visita. Chau! Thanks for coming to see us.

PS the boys want you to come back, you were a bit of a hit!