Wondering back from town to the villa. Let’s stop at that place in the little plaça that we always walk past. Cerveza artesanal por favor?
All gone sorry, Estrella? Bollocks. It could be worse. It’s clean, easy drinking. I can see why people like it. It could do with a few more hops though.
Can we go back now? For the tenth time. Back to the villa, more Wee Free Men, more bed. Dreams of bitterness.