After breakfast, we sauntered out of our residential area to check out the full blown mercadillo (open air market) occupying double the open space of the Sunday market. Ninety per cent of the stall and clothing and shoes. The rest are household goods, artwork, jewellery and vegetable stalls, offering the best of seasonal fare, plus a few selling spices, teas, nuts and dried fruits. We made the most of the opportunity to stock up on fresh veggies, pecans, dates, figs, stuffed olives and paella spice. Nerja has a welcome variety of decent restaurants to choose from. Eating out is great for socialising, or when we're tired of our own creations, but everyday home cooking Mediterranean style is a pleasure as much on holiday as at other times.
Fr Geoff gave me the vital low-down on local funerary practice before he left, in the event of a request coming my way. He reckoned it would be unlikely, as he'd had more than his annual quota in the past year - although his locum priest last year had three funerals in a fortnight. Famous last words. After lunch there was a UK phone call requesting an Anglican funeral at San Maguel which would involve repatriating a widow's body by air from Britain, for burial with her husband in a columbarium tomb at Nerja cemetery. That's something I've never done before. Pastoral ministry is like that. You never know what's going to happen next.
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