When going to Spain is simply matter of crossing a bridge, it's ridiculously tempting to cross that bridge. While staying the night in Vila Real de Santo António, we decided to have dinner in Ayamonte, Spain, just on the other side of the Rio Guadiana. Suddenly, there's wailing flamenco music on the radio, the lispy s, and obrigada becomes gracias.
Mind you, these are not the nicest photos (my camera was still having issues with focusing and adjusting to light), but our meal was quite tasty. We dined on ray in paprika sauce, fried cuttlefish, fried anchovies, and hake roe, drank two beers, and headed back to Portugal.
