We weren’t in Spain long enough to quite get the hang of restaurant timetables. Every time we stepped into a cafe or saddled up to the bar, we were met with the sad news that the kitchen was currently closed – we’d get cold tapas, if anything. (But this is not all bad. This is how I came to know Spanish potato salad.) Oh, siesta…. Between that and the death hike from Deia, we lost a few pounds on the luna de miel. A wine diet also works wonders.