And it certainly was with me and two policemen on Tuesday. I would say my criminal past flashed before my eyes as David and I cycled into Barbate to do our weekly shop. We were heading to Conil, which as we have said in earlier posts is easier, market wise and on a bike. However, due to high 100 numbers, Conil was closed and we were advised by Filippo, our morning coffee stop … [Read more...] about Lost in Translation.