One day, last year, we were visiting a famous cove on the Costa Brava. It was a day trip. As we were walking towards the cove we passed an older man on his way back. 'Morning!' I greeted, out of Australian habit. He replied 'good apart from all the Spanish'. He was British. We continued walking along. Of course it was Sunday and the Spanish were also filling up the coves along with all the foreigners. Funny that, in Spain, there were Spanish people.
Calm emerald waters, clear blue skies and jutting sculptures of rock. Hot sun and the gentle lapping of waves. My heaven.
This week I'm staying in Canyelles. It's my week alone. Because I did it last year too, it seems to have become the nucleus of a tradition. Jett is in Norway and Albert is still working. He has 8 working days and then his month's holidays begin. So what am I doing? People seem amazed that I want to spend so much time on my own. Well, I read. I practice asana, meditation, mindfulness. I sit watching the water for hours. I walk. I practice my belly dance. I cook for one. I've also been sorting some photos. I have my laptop, but no internet. I've met with a friend I made last year when I taught yoga on the beach. The time is flying. Montse, Albert's mum will come on Thursday, with a friend, and we'll have lunch together. Maybe even paint the town a little. Happy sigh for small blessings.
Just so our Norwegian friends don't think they are the only ones with rain, it's about to hit here any moment.
Imagine my surprise when we came across a grove of gum trees and a quiet pool of water! But no crocs!
I love the rice fields. Today is overcast but hot. We've been to La Platja del Trobucador where there were many people camped, even though it was so windy. Kite flyers and parasurfers were taking advantage of the high wind also. We've had a very nice trip so far, and seen flamingos, and Albert's only complaint is the lack of clear signs on the secondary roads. Oh, we also got our first little dint in our car. On Albert's side. We were hit by a small stone from another car.
We turned on the TV and saw a mass being performed in the resting place of Franco, the ex Dictator of Spain.
After excellent service, a green salad the size and variety of a small continent, and then looking at the bill, Albert swooned and left the largest tip I have ever seen him leave. Casa Ramon, Sant Carles de la Rapita. If you want to hear Albert talk about the best green salad he's ever had, ask him about Casa Ramon.
