is what a Mona con Huevo is when literally translated. But in reality is one of these little beauties above. They are traditionally eaten on the Monday after Easter and are to be eaten up a mountain, so who were we to argue. We packed up a picnic tea and set off for the Rio Chicamo, which is one of our favourite places to go.
A spot of fishing (?) was the first port of call
Although they didn't actually manage to catch anything
A short walk and we found somewhere suitable to picnic
Hard boiled egg removed and eaten and cakey bits were then demolished. Seems a rather strange combination, but hey ho, tasted OK.
Due to the very wet winter we have just had, the spring flowers were everywhere. Luckily I had my macro lens, although the slightly breezy conditions made focusing a little tricky!
Pinky white flowers
Fried egg flowers