to a busy life again.
to the old Country
First off was a rapid trip back to the UK to collect some of the
remaining stuff that was in my parents loft. We took a country route
up and down through France, which proved much more enjoyable than
thrashing up and down the motorways. Unfortunately we only had just
enough time in England to see friends and families, but no more,
but as we will be back in middle of July, we had decided that was
the best option.
our return, we could see that Manolo and his everchanging team of
builders had finished the barn and we could start moving things
into it, which was a great relief. The
day after we got back, a friend came to stay in the village for
the weekend, so we did the touristy thing and took time to show
him the village and the local area.
The celebration of St Joan meant more midnight barbeques and lots
of fireworks being let off in the typically dangerous Spanish manner.
A cuople of weeks before them was Corpus Christi when the village
gets decorated in coloured salt drawings and the priest goes around
blessing various alters which have been specially erected. It is
also a traditional time for children to get confirmed.
Unusually, the barranc was still full of water till the last week
in June, which meant I had the opportunity to take a swim in it
at the bridge by the Moli. The water was very warm as it had been
tumbling down sunny rocks for about 5 kilometres at that point.
Others have reported that it is very cold further up the barranc.
day of term
It was the last day of our first year at Escola D'Idiomes where
we were having Catalan lessons. Our Profesora, Dolores, decided
that we would all make food for breakfast and then walk around one
of the hills behind Tortosa. The breakfast was brilliant, with food
from Columbia, Peru, Morroco, Pakistan, China, Catalunya and Greece
In the last weekend of the month, we took time out to make our first
trip to Barcelona where we were guided around by friends who showed
us all the main sites including the Sagrada Familia, Parc Guell
and Montjuic. They also got us in to one of the best Flamenco clubs
in the city and took us to an amazing fusion restaurant where we
had one of the best meals of our lives.
the last night, we watched the Euro 2008 final, which Spain won.
The Barcelona night was immediately filled with car horns and fireworks.
No-one celebrates like the Spanish.
we are off to Cape Cod for William and Andrea's wedding.