Small things

Sometimes little things make a huge difference.
I was complaining to someone about how people walk along the pavement in Granollers, seeming to come straight at me, never giving way, forcing me to avoid them. My friend suggested I walk on the right-hand side of the pavement instead of the left and of course since then I have had no problems!  People walk like they drive!

And when my Catalan teacher gave us a lesson on how to pronounce the letter ‘o’.
There are two ways, depending on whether the ‘o’ is in the stressed syllable or not.
If it is stressed then it sounds more like a familiar ‘o’ but if it is not, it sounds like the ‘oo’ in ‘food’.

This has totally transformed how I speak. It is so easy to understand and she didn’t confuse us with explanations of open and closed vowels.  Suddenly it all fell into place.
I now realise how many words I was making a mess of.
Montseny – our local mountain –  ‘oo’.  The accent on the second syllable
Moltes gràcies –  ‘o’ as in ‘lot’. The accent is on the first syllable
Montserrat – the womans name or the mountain – ‘oo’ because there is no stress on it.  But the diminutive Montse is stressed on the first syllable and sounds like ‘o’ in ‘lot’.
Josep – how can I have been getting that one wrong for so long?  It is not ‘Joesep’ but ‘Joosep’
Comprar – Accent on the last syllable so the ‘o’ is ‘oo’

I walked through the park with Bonnie one day practising all the words I could think of.
I even decided that when I next tell someone my name – Wilson – I should pronounce the unaccented ‘o’ as ‘oo’. Perhaps I can then avoid having to say it over and over and over again.

Mince pies and whisky

I’ve just had my first mince pie!  So now it is officially Christmas time and I can begin to believe it.
I’ve done nothing until tonight – now there are the beginnings of cards lying around on my desk. I always liked to make my own but living here means I have no other choice as sending cards is not a Catalan tradition.
Mince pie. Glass of whisky. The drawing pencil and a cutting board.  We’re off! (I know I’m late!)

Mince pies arrived thanks to my lovely friend Janet who was here for a few days. Those six days have passed in a rush and a blink. I started off with a terrible head cold and felt slightly panicky at the idea of having to spend days in bed when there was a rare opportunity to spend time with an old friend. But I recovered after my usual medicine of sleep sleep and more sleep, and we managed to do all we’d planned.
We went to a spa in La Garriga, had our energies cleansed by a healer in Barcelona, wandered round Granollers market buying long strings of sausages to take home to Norfolk and drove up to Tossa del Mar for lunch. We also raced into Barcelona one evening to buy dresses in a shop in Gracia which I have found has exactly the design I have always been searching for. There are different fabrics and colours but the shape is the same and each one fits me perfectly. I now have three and I can fantasize about getting rid of all other clothes and only wearing dresses from The Piano! Life would be so much easier.
Evening drawing in at Tossa…….

 More soon – this was just to check in and let you know I am still here.

Christmas lights

The Christmas lights are up in our street.

They start at our house and go all the way into the centre of town

I like them although I know that they probably use up a lot of electricity and, of course anyone anti-xmas will scowl and mutter about waste and hypocrisy.
They make me feel happy when I come out of the house with Bonnie.
I wonder if they will do the usual piped Christmas carols this year blaring out from the lampposts?

It’s hard to believe it is December  10th already. I have done nothing at all to prepare except buy some Turrons to send to the UK and book a cottage at Sant Nicolau to retreat to for the festive week.

I will send out cards even though I know they will arrive late – I haven’t even started making them yet!
It is  something I love doing but this year I’ll cut down on numbers – I think after three years here I should begin to accept that there are people who have slipped away out of my life, leaving only memories.  It does make me sad but perhaps it is the natural way. I hate losing people and only today was searching yet again on google for three old friends who have ‘disappeared’. No luck though!

What do you think?  At what point do you just let go?  Can you ever really stop missing old friends who disappear?