Forget that I walked into town on Pentecost Sunday and found myself facing their procession from Mass.
Forget that I watched women in traditional costumes dance in the street with castanets.
Forget too that the sunset over the tower of the church is particularly wonderful.
Yes, forget all that because, ham.
It was accompanied by a basket of thick crusty bread and my favorite soft drink: Fanta Limón. Oh, and I had a traditional mixed salad, too. And if that wasn’t enough, they had Formula 1 racing on the TV.