Every town appears to have a central park, which is packed with people. Since the Highlands have few bugs and fantastic weather, everyone lives outside.
Some of my casa’s windows are missing, and others don’t close properly. No big deal, except for last night when I became convinced a bat was flying round my room. Luckily it was just a squeaky noise because I don’t know the Spanish word for bat.* Which I would have needed to yell.
Anyway, here are some park pictures from Toto.
And in Xela:
*Duh. It’s “bate.”