Jilly and Dave took me along when they went for a Sunday morning walk to their closest park, which is right beside their niehgborhood church. Date palms grow in the park, and although they need a little more ripening, some are already falling off the ground. 
The famous hotel in Vera where all the matador stay and are treated like kings is in the middle of the town square. When the matadors come to town, it's as if they are rock stars with cheering, girls screaming and everyone wanting autographs. The youngish son of the owner of the hotel is a bullfighter as well and there is a painting of him behind the counter. He has been quite successful, apparently.
showcases
along the fron of the bar, which featured all kinds of meats, fish and seafood, or one can order from glass-encased pre-cooked food (tapas) on top of one side of the bar.
They also had an interesting display of produce and herbs in a side room, intermingled with nativity and other religious scenes.
Sundays fathers take care of their children, and grown men take their fathers out for coffee as well. There were many people in the street, sitting in the plazas, by the fountains, and benches in the parks, enjoying the sunny day. There is a 'cinema' here that has things going on all the time. It might be a children's program in the afternoon, movies (in Spanish of course), or a chorus, concert, dance, opera, or lessons of some kind, and all of them are free. You just walk in and sit down.
Every day there is something to do and I think I may go to yoga classes on Monday, and also see about getting a Spanish instructor and someone to teach me Tai Chi. I may take up oil painting as well. I really am enjoying this very authentic place. I must learn some Spanish though, as there are not that many English speaking shopkeepers...so far sign language, gestures, and pantomimes have been getting me through. I've found my way and managed to order food, etc.
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