Virtual Vermut

 It’s not the day for sitting out on a terrace watching the world go by. It’s a bit cold actually!
So let’s drink our Vermut inside while I tell you what’s going on for me. I hope to hear your news too – in your own virtual vermut post or here in the comments.
Let’s start with the weather – it is what I call a Cornish day. Grey sky, rain threatening but never getting on with it. Perfect for our run this morning although the chilly wind made the outbound trip hard going.  When I started running I had to overcome my belief that running is for tall lanky people. But just a little each day and suddenly I can do 20 minutes without falling in a panting heap at the end. There is something very satisfying about the sound of your feet as they hit the ground and the way your body finds its own rhythm.
Fear of more kidney stones means I always carry water which is a nuisance as it sloshes around in the bottle. Also any part of my body which can wobble – does, and that feels uncomfortable at first. But like many things which are hard to start – after you get going, the going gets better. There were some lovely flowers down by the river as well as the swallows swooping low over the little allotments.
Then I had a short introductory session of Trapeze. Again, not something you expect of me but this getting older thing is beginning to worry me so I am trying to do more new things.   I did a headstand and then some swinging by my arms on a trapeze. Finally kicking my legs up and hooking them around the bar and, before I could think too much about it, I let go with my hands and ended up head down to the floor. All the recent abdominal exercises must be helping as you need those to get yourself back up again!
Of course I was helped and held by Pep so it wasn’t so hard. Sorry no photos as I couldn’t spare him to take one at the vital moments so you will have to believe me.
My Vermut is finished now – perhaps another little one?
The reason the weather is concerning me is that tomorrow is Sant Jordi and the streets will be full of stalls selling books and roses. It could easily be a disaster if it rains all day. It is a sort of Catalan St Valentine and so much nicer.  Roses and books – perfect presents of love.
Which reminds me – I have almost finished reading The Cathedral by the Sea in Catalan and I am now actively enjoying it. It feels like a huge achievement to have got through it and I can see how much more I know now than I did at the beginning. Also as the action happens in the streets in Barcelona Old Town it is interesting to imagine the events – the building of the church, the merchants working in Canvis Nous, the Jewish quarter in the Call where terrible things happened, the big houses in Montcada where the rich people lived.

But what else can I tell you?

After the run we came home to the usual loud music in the living room which sometimes drives me to find quiet corners of retreat. Common tunes are Love is a Gamble, I am a Bitch, I Want You to Take Over Control and Tonight I will Fuck You. When I am in better humour I just relax and dance to the beat! I think of my mother and how she kept up interest in our music. But wasn’t it easier with Del Shannon, The Beach Boys and David Bowie?
After lunch a troupe of young men arrived to play music out in the back. I was looking forward to seeing them sidle spottily though the lounge looking embarrassed and reminding me of Kevin in the TV series. But the Resident Adolescent scuppered that plan by greeting them at the front door and sending them round to the back entrance.  You have to be tactically very skilled to win a battle in this war!

Well, time has flown by and I must start my Catalan homework.
Hope to see you next week if we both can make it!

April fool

Two good things …on a day when I was counting them!

1. The box I sent from Cornwall finally arrived with lots of goodies including a stir fry sauce for tonights dinner with the family. I hope they won’t find the food too strange to enjoy. It’s a good way to send stuff from the UK if you don’t want to lug it over in a suitcase. It’s a door to door service and normally it arrives the next day.  Then it’s like opening a Christmas present as you have forgotten what you sent.
2. The birthday chocolate cake turned out ok!  I am worrying that it’s a bit British with loads of butter and chocolate and a more heavy sponge that is usual here but….I expect we’ll force it down!

I am sending this from my phone and have no idea where the photo will end up. Hope its not on its side like the last one.
Hope your April fools day was good!

Sant Josep

If your name is Joseph or Josep or Josephine or Joe then today is your Saints Day. As I am not a Catholic this is something that I only found out about recently.  I wrote about it rather wearily at Christmas in relation to Sant Esteve or Saint Stephen whose day is on Boxing Day.  However March 19th is the special day of my partner who doesn’t want presents and isn’t interested in the Catholic significance of the day but is nevertheless happy to celebrate all things Josep and to enjoy the connection with all the others who share his name.
It’s a bit like a birthday – you can have special things on your saints day and people who know you send messages to wish you Felicitats (Happiness)
The Catalan tradition has been for many generations to name the first born son after his paternal grandfather and the second after his maternal grandfather.  So if you are a Josep it is highly likely you will have a grandparent who was also Josep and for years perhaps you celebrated your saints days together with a family meal. If he in his turn was named after his grandfather and so on then you can see how the long line of namesakes brings a special energy to the name. Perhaps it links you in other ways too – personality traits or physical attributes. Naming is such a mysterious thing.

Joseph of course is the father of Jesus so this saint is special for fatherhood, and for carpenters, and perhaps for men whose wife has been chosen by God?  Some people believe that if you put a statue of St Joseph in a house it will help you sell it – could be something useful in these times.
In Valencia there is an important celebration on Sant Josep called The Falles with processions, music and lots of fireworks.
It is traditional in Catalunya to eat Crema Catalana on Sant Josep which is what we are going to do tonight. For supper we had fish and chips in Penzance and as it was such a glorious day we celebrated by taking the dogs for a walk with some friends along the cliffs at Porthgwarra.

Getting your hands dirty

It’s calçot time again!  This means I really have been here more than a year as I am able to enjoy great catalan traditions for the second time around. This time with a bit more knowledge about what to expect. Click here for some more information on calçots or here for last years experience.
The first ones we ate this weekend were at the house of a friend who lives in Montseny.
Cooked on a little bonfire in the garden, eaten in the mountain sunshine. Wonderful!
They arrived at the table wrapped in newspaper, just like the best fish and chips used to before EEC regulations banned that pleasure.

You peel off the outer blackened layer, dip the edible part in the sauce and tipping your head back, slowly take it into your wide open mouth. It is impossible to keep your hands clean and, for me at least, very difficult to look elegant in the process of eating. But the tang of the onions, the nutty flavour of the sauce, combined with the slitheriness of the flesh make it hard to stop once you have started.     And today we were offered them again, this time in a restaurant in Santa Eulalia where we had gone to see the procession of Tres Tombs. Of course we couldn’t resist.

I like outdoors food – getting your hands dirty, eating without a fork and knife, something simple that tastes extra delicious because it is fresh and cooked on an open fire.
Calçots fit the bill exactly!
For my main course I had grilled vegetables with some more of the lovely Romesco sauce

PS I have only just noticed Duna’s wild eyed face under the table on the first photo.  The mountain air always brings out the wolf in her.

Dogs in the bedroom?

It is winter and I have lived here in Granollers for 12 months. One of the big changes of the past year has happened in the life of Duna.

I wrote here about how dogs have different lives in Catalunya.
Now less so.
Here she is getting ready for bed!   This is our bedroom.

Here is another of her beds.  This is the resident adolescent’s bedroom.

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