Other People's Houses

It is a curious thing.

I seem to remember while growing up--that most if not almost all social interaction went on in people's homes.  My childhood homes, friends homes--you did not go out--nobody had money to go out--you went to other people's homes.  And they came to ours.  Just to talk.  For a piece of pie maybe.  For in impromptu dinner.  Just easy catching up.  Sometimes just sitting on the porch. Lovely afternoons.

Happily on our recent trip to Spain--we spent several lunches enjoying Other People's Houses.

Please enjoy some pictures of a delightful very English house--but it is nestled in the hills around the Costa Del Sol in southern Spain.  Gardens-great wine-antiques-fine food--and lots of spring sunshine.

 Dining Room inside.

 Dining patio outside--our choice.

 Front of house.

Back of house.

 Lemons of course--we are in Spain.

 Back garden swing.

Beautiful table.

Need I say more. 

 Still do not need to say anything.  Wine produced by hosts.

Fresh Eton Mess for dessert--FABULOUS.

English sporting antiques in one of the bathrooms.

Host.

What a day in somebody else's home.