Mad About Spanish Food

Here in Algorfa, we're close to the border with Murcia, and when we venture to Mar Menor, we're in Murcia proper. Last week, it was my husband Tony's 80th birthday, and his daughter and her husband flew across from the UK, together with his granddaughter and her fiance. Once the birthday was out of the way, we took them out and about, and as they'd never been to Mar Menor, we thought that would make a good trip, even in January. It was a sunny but windy day, and we walked along Calle Campoamor and found a pocket of sheltered sunshine.

That pocket of sheltered sunshine occurred right outside Casa Miguel, so we sat down and ordered some drinks. No food, as we were booked into a restaurant for the evening. However, along with the drinks came two huge plates of Murcian Salad. On the one plate was the traditional mix of tomatoes, black olives, onions, tuna, peppers and egg. On the other plate  was the tomato, onion and pepper base, but with seafood - mussels, calamare rings, crab sticks, octopus and prawns.

I thought for a moment that my Spanish had let me down, and they thought we were going to eat, but this is the regular tapas at Casa Miguel. And when we ordered another drink, we got two more plates of Murcian salad. All that, overlooking Mar Menor with the sun on your face. It really doesn't get much better than that, does it?