El rincón de Lola, Mojácar Playa
Today I went to a German restaurant. A German restaurant? Called “El rincón de Lola?” Has the sun finally addled the lad? I hear you ask. Well, actually, it was 7ºC and raining (almost sleeting), so no, the sun has not addled the lad. Nor has the wine, since the police crackdown. Ric P. bullied me into lunch (unfair, really, to insinuate that, as he paid) and we met in Turre. Turre had a two Continue reading El rincón de Lola, Mojácar Playa