Thank you, Chufi, for nine glorious dinners. Thank you for the hosting and the toasting. The steering and the beering. And for the sweet and fleeting nightly eating, thank you.
Oh, and we drank a bottle of txakoli on the terrace and are now wondering how we're ever going to find our way to dinner without you.
Oh, and we drank a bottle of txakoli on the terrace and are now wondering how we're ever going to find our way to dinner without you.
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