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... buckets of water from the tiled floors upstairs and the garden now has herbs, tomatoes, aubergine and a calabacin alongside the neatly tied up and weeded habbas. It felt wonderful to select and plant veg from the market last Saturday, but Seb was cautious not to plant too much as water becomes scarce here in the summer. I strolled round town yesterday....quietly enjoying exploring. It's very different ...
We've just celebrated Easter, with a fast amount of food! Three things seem important here. Gigantic platters of lamb, thick walled pastries and family. I was lucky enough to be invited to join my friend Seb's family. He's the youngest of seven children most of whom were able to join us yesterday and we all squeezed around a big table for fried offal, mixed with artichokes, broad beans and red pepper. That was washed down with red wine. But brace ...
... and agro-tourism accommodation. Jackie and I walked the long straight road into Sineu this evening, exploring the narrow lanes up to the church and a cafe for chocolate a la taza. It's lovely to have a travel companion again and Jackie and I had a good laugh over a beer in LLoba tonight, setting out on the long straight stretch eastwards this ...
... are breathtaking. Like looking out over the mountains of Andalucia I felt lost in the scale of grey limestone and green of clean fields, scrub and fluffs of forest. Touches of snow still hold at the old American base and I recognised the antenna that crown the range that I'd sketched in a drawing made of Soller, on the otherside. The sun burnt through and the view extended to beyond Palma, I spotted the gothic cathedral and the spear of Bellver Castle. To the ...
I'm struck by how 'all the same' we are. I stroll down to the seafront and post my postcards home. I settle in the sun outside a beautiful patisserie coffee shop and admire an older woman, white haired and intrepid in her stride making her way to the postbox, cards in hand! Then a gent in a white and orange shell suit walks by wearing a Russian style fur hat and wonder if perhaps we all a little different after all! Today has been nothing short of blissful. Once Alex and ...