No where to hide

No where to run, no where to hide

See us Smile 🙂

On The Meseta, there is nowhere to take shelter. I am certainly not feeling like Holly but we are managing to keep our humor in tact. We are having rain on the plains of Spain. There is no end of the little tunes that are coming to my mind. Perhaps more to say later. For now just a wet but still cheerful hello and a treat…