I am sure
glad that we packed the “let’s have good weather request” in our luggage for
this year’s trip – it started off bright
and sunny without any clouds. Another
fine day without clouds, overnight we had 58F but have a target on 84F.
The two
explorers enjoyed another hearty breakfast and then set off to find the local
supermarket Dia% store for a few goodies.
After their light shopping trip they then decided to just venture out in
the Vera valleys without a target in mind. Lovely peaceful drive with fresh
flowers in bloom everywhere and a sweet fragrance floating on every breeze.
Ultimately
stopped in Losar de Vera for a spot of lunch having tried 2 bars the first a
cafeteria the second had Zero food at all but at the 3rd bar we
found, ensalada rusa, chicken wings and deep fried red hot peppers. Very
interesting on the peppers which were Not hot just crunchy.
We continued
driving past the Parador for one village and then back for our short rest
period. After siesta, we planned our attack for evening food consisting of
nothing but tapas at a little local bar just below the grounds of the Parador. Tapas
(Serrano ham, patates bravas, calamares, and ensalada mixta) for supper on th e
main highway down below the Parador followed by an easy walk back up to the
Parador and an early nightcap.
It was a
very relaxing day. Who says we have to be dashing around checking the tourist spots?
Our goal is to stop and smell the roses of which there are many here in
Jarandilla and they are not cutting them correctly! They need to dead headed
and trimmed back! Sheesh! Which leads to
something I want to call musings about Spain. It could be about people,
community, gardening, customs, parking garages or whatever, I don’t know but every once in a while, I will
comment on life and comparisons between our beloved Spain and our wonderful US
. Not criticizing , just noting the differences. Here in the US people are
sometimes obsessed with the lawn and demand precise cutting and edging. Not
everyone but many, you know who you are. I struggle with this because though I
want it to look lush, I also want a bit of control so that the jungle does not
devour me. Here in Spain, they have lovely gardens, parks, medians, but, there
is very little controlled, the grass is unkempt, weed filled and not edged. The
flower beds have a life of their own, the flowers spill over in an abundance of
blossoms and fragrance. Even the medians are a riot of color, yellow broom,
oleanders and poppies waving triumphantly in the fields, saying “ so what, I am
gorgeous!”. I thought about how Florida got its name and yet when I look around
me here in this lovely land of Extremadura, the home of the Conquistadores,
what did we have that they did not? Oh , by the way , the hydrangeas are
amazing!
We have been
going to bed very late for some reason. Eating late, drinking late, sayin “oh
my goodness is that the time?” and sleeping late. It is going to catch up with
us eventually. We are going to get up before we go to bed! We must reset the
clock and get it together.
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