Days of dates and pairings.

-How was your weekend, Vicentín?

-Ugh. So much love…

-How are you, ho?

-A lot of quotes…

-Mecca, are you staying?

-Like a Maharaja!

-Tell me, man.

-Well, I was coming home and I said: what am I doing here if I love Benia?

-Who, ho?

-Benia de Onis. So I grabbed the car and headed off to the Gamonéu Cheese Competition. 

-Ah, damn. 

-And, no, I was there in full romance until I remembered about gochu.

-The pig? What pig?

-The Asturceltic Pig, Benito. Goodbye to Ponga! So…

-Did you go to Ponga?

-Wow! Pork rinds, hands, fegadu soup…! Make me fall in love!

-Vicente, Cagonrós, Cupid must have thrown a fork at you!

-By?

-Home, saint, what you love is food.

-There is no love more sincere than the love of the pot.

-What's wrong, you don't believe in a soul mate?

-I think more in the chestnut pot.

-Oh really?

-Home, of course. So on Saturday I say: I'm going to Proaza! Like a wild boar...

-Solu?

-No, with potatoes.

-But you were solved?

-Home, surrounded by garden products... A beautiful relationship with...!

-With who, ho?

-…Apple compote, spelt bread and…

-Are you there to rub, ho?

-No. As it got dark I started to feel a void... I said: it's going to be hunger. I'm heading to Llangréu!

-Llangreu?

-Home, Benito, the tripe festival in Ciañu. Phew! You're crazy, kid!

-But…

-Anyway, between one thing and another, on Sunday I had to go back to Uviéu because I almost didn't get to say goodbye.

-Whose, ho?

-Disarmament, damn, whose is it going to be?

-Ah.

-Chickpeas with cod and spinach, tripe and rice pudding.

-More tripe, huh?

-What do you want, Beni? To start the week with a vengeance!

-Watch out for your belly, Vicentín. Did you hear? 

-Tell you something. No one who enjoys life has a perfect abdomen.

-Yeah, damn it, but not in Asturias…

-We are very fond of love, my friend, and the seronda is the season of love.