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... great feeling of the diversity and size of Spain and France travelling across it by train.
At Seville we had an hour and 10 minutes until our train on to Jerez where our journey ends for three weeks. We are returning by train at the end of August with a bunch of friends taking in Barcelona again, Aix en Provence, Annecy and Paris but that is another story......
... taste some of these things (cooked expertly) before I will
brave buying them. So I bought what I knew, vegetables still sandy from the
ground, fresh eggs, honey with the comb, and olives from a back yard. The small
abuelas (grandmas) spoke no English, but what a connection there is when food
is the currency, and it is grown with care. The resulting lunch was just as
delicious as every moment spent gathering the ingredients. JOYFULL!
And then ...
... to feel competent, I want to cook in peace. Even the
meals I cobble together (from sub-par ingredients gotten hastily at the conventional
grocery store while my ride waits impatiently outside) turn out to have
complexity and nourishment, which surprises me, though it shouldn’t, as they
are made with the utmost of love and mindfulness. With a little pickle on the
... email (much faster in the middle of the night). Several emails for Mary Ann from her colleagues/friends in Hamilton. A good friend and colleague of hers from the Health Dept had died, aged 56 from cancer. I broke the news to her yesterday morning, but it was a sad day for her. Our colds took a turn for the worse, so we just crashed yesterday, and spent a lot of time sleeping. Dinner at Blu, where Mary Ann had the blackened tuna appetizer and veal medallions. Soup for me ...
... to make sure she made it back, which was actually super funny because she ended up missing her bus. I stayed there until the bus came and had to leave to make it to the camera obscura exhibition before it closed. I was sure she would make it with the bus right there, but for some reason the bus left without her and six other people. She got on the next one just find, but it was definitely a little bit of bad luck for her.
After Hannah left, I was on my own in ...