135 – One Man and His Boat

I didn’t really fancy a museum.  It was a nice Saturday morning in Pedregalejo, I’d had a couple of coffees with Jose and then moved on to the intercambio meetup in the bar next door.  Nice to catch up with old friends there and meet new ones, helping everyone practise Spanish and English.  Then someone suggested a museum.  Not the best idea, I thought, but I  wandered along with the group to the western end of Pedregalejo until we found ourselves outside a boatyard.  And then it all suddenly, and surprisingly, got really interesting. Continue reading