I had a great afternoon yesterday with a group of interesting women who love reading. La Rosilla Bookclub invited me to join them on their first anniversary, which they celebrated with an English-style tea and homemade cakes. The celebration took place in Solano, a tiny village tucked deep in the mountains of Málaga, in southern Spain. I drove down narrow, windy roads for what seemed like an eternity, until I reached the village. The occasional 50 kilometres per hour signs that I passed I'm sure were put up to encourage me to speed up a little as even the goats behind me were getting impatient. Actually, hamlet would be a better way to describe Solano, because if I had been chatting away to anyone I would surely have driven straight through it without realising. Except, of course, you can't drive through Solano; it is the first village I have ever been in that stops in a dead-end. But it was certainly worth the drive; the views from our host's lovely finca were stupendous: a panoramic vista of the beautiful Málaga mountains. A wonderful place to live and an ideal setting to sit amongst friends discussing their latest book. Thank you ladies of La Rosilla for inviting me.
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