Our trip to Rio Tinto was great, but one of my favorite parts was the little town we stayed in: Las Delgadas. My friend Cinta's family has a house in the little village, so we stayed there. The village was great: a few streets, a church, a bar, and a soccer field. All you need for a complete Spanish life! :) I was treated to some delicious Spanish home-cookin' at "Uncle Teo's" house. He reminded me a lot of my grandpa, and their warm, extended, noisy family reminded me a lot of mine. So it was a very fun, welcoming environment (As a side note, Teo also took to calling me "Nancy" all weekend, even though he knew my name was Leslie. So I got to be Nancy for 3 days - too funny!). Teo took us on a bumpy jeep ride through the mountains, which was amazing. We stopped to see some old mining ruins, and also went to an orange grove to pick citrus. One of my favorite memories of that weekend was the bar in Las Delgadas. Essentially, no one works there! So you go in, "order" your drink (which means either you pour yourself a beer/glass of wine, or one of your friends does it for you), and then write your tab in the notebook on the counter. When you are ready to leave, you just put your money in the closet. It was hilarious! I'll never forget the mental picture of this small bar: a roaring fire, typical Spanish men watching soccer on TV, and a 3-year old boy in footie pyjamas riding around on his big-wheel bicycle. Classic.
Our street in Las Delgadas.
Uncle Teo, ready for our mountain adventure.
Old mining ruins in the mountains.
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