A red dress on Market Day

I went to the market today, wearing something a bit more cheerful than usual and it’s amazing how this can affect your mood. People stared at me but at least I could imagine this time it was because red attracts attention and not because I look like a weird foreigner

While waiting at one of my favourite stalls I filmed a little so I could see how it felt doing it in public.
Answer – it felt awkward!  Here I am – don’t know why my voice is so squeaky!
It will be another challenge to get comfortable doing this but I’d like to be able to film local sights and it helps if I can talk at the same time.
In the end I did my shopping in Catalan as usual as it doesn’t feel ok speaking in Castellano with people I normally talk to in Catalan. Unless I explain every time what I am doing which sometimes I do, but more often not.

So exciting that the cherries have arrived!
As I was waiting an older woman arrived at the stall and instead of asking ‘la ultima?’ she started buying her stuff although it was obvious I was there first. I really had to squash down the urge to turn away and buy things somewhere else. The guy knew it had happened and was friendly when he came to me so I commented how often this happens to foreigners, that you can end up feeling you are invisible. He listened but didn’t really reply – sometimes I wonder if it is because I haven’t explained it correctly or if it’s just that people here don’t say things like that.
Wondering if my red dress makes me stroppier?  Or perhaps it’s being a year older so I am beginning to feel like the old woman who wears purple and doesn’t care. I also had my toenails painted this week which is another amazing magical way of gaining confidence

Then I went to the olive stall where the man is not very friendly – nothing personal I know as he was the same with Pep one day. After buying three bags of olives and he seemed as grumpy as ever and I couldn’t keep quiet any more. I said – in English with a smile – ‘you are very scary’.  He ignored me totally but as I was just on the point of paying he couldn’t go away so I said it again then translated into Castellano and Catalan…….’tengo miedo de ti’…… ‘tinc por de tu’
All the waiting women in the queue started laughing and said – ‘yes, you are very serious today’ and he laughed too and suddenly the atmosphere was so much better

Funny how you can change things with just a few words.
I wonder if I am changing into someone who says what she thinks – in three different languages?





Warning – When I Am an Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple


By Jenny Joseph

When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple
with a red hat that doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
and satin candles, and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired
and gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
and run my stick along the public railings
and make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
and pick the flowers in other people’s gardens
and learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
and eat three pounds of sausages at a go
or only bread and pickles for a week
and hoard pens and pencils and beer nuts and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
and pay our rent and not swear in the street
and set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

Music in Granollers

Only a couple of days ago I was saying that Granollers needs more music in the streets.
This morning they arrived

I think they were officially sanctioned as they were standing on a mat, and I had been thinking of something more spontaneous like the man who plays Bob Dylan songs in Penzance, but it was nice anyway. 
And a good start!
People were walking past humming……

PS Catalan video coming soon – I just need to film it and today it was A/too hot to stand outdoors and B/too wet to go out in the storm.
Changeable in fact.

Market Day Granollers

For the first time this year I had to cross the road to get into the shade – it’s hot!

No need to get undressed though!

Still not finding peaches in the market so I bought some apricots – summer is coming!



I am in a Catalan week and practised by talking about tango to the vegetable stall holder and bees to the honey man. The bees in Tarragona are doing very well – so it’s not all bad news!

Being taken to the Cleaners in Granollers

One of my challenges this week was to take the van to the cleaners.
There is a car wash business on the little square where the dogs go every day.
My indoor parking space is a few hundred metres down the same street.
So not such a big deal!
Well….. for me in my new state of anxiety about little things……it felt like something I had to build myself up to.  The hard parts are – getting the van out of the tiny parking space, knowing what to do in the car wash building – where to go, when to pay etc etc (A good chance to revisit that female discomfort when entering a masculine world), getting the van back into the tiny awkward parking space. And of course speaking all the time in castellano.

One of my lessons this week is ‘If there is an easy way, chose that one!’
So Pep came with me for the first part. I did all the driving and speaking but I felt more confident that he introduced me to the place where obviously they know him.
Is this the 21st century?  Are you almost 55?  For goodness sake woman!

Actually the bloke doing the cleaning jumped into the van to drive it onto the ramp and had to get out again immediately when he found he was in the passenger seat.  First time for him in a UK van.

They were all very friendly and it cost 15 euros for inside and out which I thought was reasonable.

They have a huge conveyor belt so no one has to drive the vehicle as it passes through.
The machine was called CHRIST

At the end there was a dryer which puffed out hot air as it raised up to let my van pass through.
I wished I had someone with me to share the joke – Christ is Risen, Hallelujah!

Great confidence afterwards so Bonnie and I drove to a further away country park, Mil Pins, for a peaceful  and green walk.

Wild Flowers of the Congost

Here are some pictures of the walk I took with Bonnie last week.
We went all the way from home to the Vienna Cafe and back.
Past the church at Palou. It strikes every quarter hour and reminds you of the Catalan way of telling the time – un quart, dos quarts, tres quarts meaning quarter past, half past and quarter to. In the days before clocks and watches people always knew the time by hearing how often the bell rang.
Of course it helped if you had a vague idea of which hour it was too.

The whole walk was about 11 km, most of it along the side of the River Congost.
The flowers are incredible at the moment.
I wish I knew their names – I know the little blue one is Borage of course!

After four hours of walking we were very relaxed and began to see pictures and patterns in everything around us. I love that state of mind. It’s the first stirrings of creativity I’ve had for months.