There is such a thing as a free lunch!

We were in Yator yesterday morning and when we'd finished it was almost lunchtime.  Didn't have anything planned to eat here so thought we'd stop in at the bar for a beer and tapas - Roger's tapas being almost meal sized.  (not sure how to spell his name, it's pronounced like the  Rocher in Ferro Rocher chocolates and maybe - in Cuba where he's from -  that's how it's spelt)

Although the sign on the door says Lunes descanso (Mondays resting -   a day off) there were a few people outside,  and another guy inside with a beer.  But when we asked for a drink Roger said not here, let's go over to the salon.....off we went across the square wondering why.  Yes,  Monday is their day off to cook and clean but he would rather have a beer with people leaving his long-suffering other half to do  the work.  Eventually 5 of us were in the salon, another couple came and went and it turned out that there had been a 'do' Sunday evening and we were drinking the barrel left from fiesta plus eating the tapas too.  Dishes of olives, patatas pobre, slices of cheese and fresh bread.  (The salon is the village hall)  Some melons left  over too so we were given 2 of them to bring home.

Fernando came in looking dusty (and in need of a beer)  but he'd not been harvesting almonds as I thought but runner beans - would we like some?  Back he came with a carrier bag -  weighed them today, 4 kilos.

One of our fellow drinkers said he was only staying for one beer as he was off to Cadiar for lunch.....then he had another, and another, and so did we, then he said "I'll cook, lets go up to my house" so we did - four of us - and had rather a mixed meal...sardines, fried eggs, fried frankfurters, jamon and chillis fried together, a salad of tomatoes and onions,  bread (bit dry but couldn't have been the previous days'  as they don't deliver on Sundays) and a bottle of somebody's  home-brew.
 
A bit surreal really, the 'chef' who'd gone out dressed for a restaurant in his very smart white chinos and striped shirt,  plus hat,  took off his shirt so it didn't get splashed on and replaced it with a wonderful flowery apron.  Wouldn't let any of us help prepare the lunch or tidy up afterwards.  A cup of tea followed at another house then I was given 2 house plants in need of a little bit more tlc than they'd been getting. The 'chef'  was last seen heading back to the bar - plus shirt, minus apron - whereas we headed home with all our goodies.

And when we asked for the bill from the bar/salon - Roger thought about it then said  "nada. "

A wonderful afternoon, although a bit longer than we'd anticipated!