We head out for dinner - someplace Andrea found in her tourist book which is an "institution" known for its deep fried cod. Also good were the chick pea croquets with Tzatziki sauce. A good meal, but Andrea does not feel well (still) - so we head back. [the cook is once again offended that Andrea hardly touched her food]
I cruised a bar looking for some interaction - much like Rome, this town is not into bars, but is very big into cafes. That makes it very hard for me, solo, in the Falcon, to meet some peeps.
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