No frills 🇪🇸 Spain.
There are many different facets to Spain; tourist destinations, traditional towns with the obligatory square to provide open space for fiestas, the distinctive variety of architecture (left behind by the Romans and the Moors), cities which take your breath away such as Seville, Madrid, and Barcelona and then there are the villages and small towns which appear unfinished.
This week my O.H. and I are staying in the latter; Formentera del Segura is what I mean by no-frills Spain. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending how you view migration and immigration, there are a large amount of modern apartments here. Most of these are more-than-likely holiday homes (I am guessing at this due to the fact that I haven’t actually seen anyone else in our large block) owned by Brits.
There are three bars under the blocks on our ‘Avendida’. Two of them are staffed and patronised by ‘Brits’ – I know this because on the evening of our arrival, tired, thirsty and hungry we popped into one of the bars for a drink, then returned for breakfast on Wednesday morning. Yesterday evening we called into the other for a nightcap after walking home from the centre of the village.
The drinks are cheap, the portions large and the food is either ‘English Breakfast’ ‘Steak and Chips’ or a ‘Tostada’ which isn’t a Tostada – merely a ‘toastie’ done in a Breville machine; disappointing.
I digress here so back to the title of this blog…the Spain I love is ‘No frills Spain’ so it is a happy coincidence that the apartment we have rented is in such a place – you just have to walk away from the modern apartment blocks for five or ten minutes and you are in a totally different environment.
Eating out last night we chose a no-frills Spanish restaurant where we ate ‘Spanish Tapas’ – and it was divine.
It wouldn’t be everyone’s cup of tea, you have to guess what the staff are saying (I find a nod, a smile, and ‘OK’ works, although my O.H laughs when I have nodded ‘yes’ instead of ‘no’), the tablecloths are paper, and the views are not spectacular but, for me, this is Spain.
Raw, rough around the edges and real.