On our trip up from the airport we stopped off to stock up on provisions in a Dia supermarket. Salty Dog has lived in Spain. 'This will do.' she said. 'It's dead cheap.' We were catering for seven so cost definitely comes into play. Even so, as a foodie, I am fussy.
I need not have worried. The choice was great, lots of fresh fruit and veg and interesting Spanish fayre that would cost a fortune at home. The price of our overloaded trolley which included shedloads of alcohol for our house party was a shade over 200 Euros. We estimated it would have been more than double that in England.
There was no fresh milk though. Just the boiled to death UHT kind that tastes minging in tea. That swayed it for me. France it was gonna be, even though their food prices were way higher. That was until we popped into Lidl yesterday and found some of the proper stuff. Yay! The little house in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada isn't out of the question after all.