It´s practically spring back here in Moratinos. The fields are crawling with tractors, which fling fertilizer and seeds and some kind of spray all over the place. Lots of strange birds are passing through, flying over on their way to Africa or Sweden. My little seedlings are almost all sprouted, and I am transplanting a few of the hardy survivors into bigger pots already.
Here are some pics of my sojourn in Gouda, Netherlands and Ghent, Belgium. I will go back there again next year, if not sooner. The herring alone is worth the trip, and the Dragon Pearl tea (it´s a little dry wad of tea that looks rather like a donkey dropping, but put it in a cup of boiling water and.. voila! I love these nutty, lovely, Chinese things!
... but the trip there and back was less than nice. RyanAir, the low-cost airline that links Valladolid to Brussels, was a big disappointment this time ´round. They charge people without EU passports an extra 10 Euro each leg of the trip, but they don´t tell you that til you get to the airport. Very nasty. I have written them a very mean letter, and warned them I will tell all of you in BlogLand that they are Snakes In the Grass. Cheap snakes, but reptiles nevertheless. Right down there with lawyers and journalists and lobbyists.
Back here in Moratinos we found the Final Answer to the Hole of Mysteries. Raimunda, the lady whose family lived here since forever, said she recalls talk of a bodeguita out back -- a little bodega. A man-made hole dug underground for keeping fresh the greens cut to feed the rabbits, and later the rabbits cut to feed the people. It was filled-in long, long ago. And now it is back again, sans bunnies, good only for stimulating the imaginations of New World invaders. (Gotta do something about it soon.) Carlos and Leandra were in town for a little while, staying at the Corner House on the plaza, home of the late Victoriana. Milagros, Leandra´s sister, was also buzzing around, so Paddy and I were brought in, sat down by the kitchen fire, given tea and pre-Fat Tuesday goodies, (it was a little early in the day for orujo!) and shown the bodeguita there, dug beneath the floor in what used to be the town tavern. Theirs is much more civilized, even with a foot of water on the floor.
Amazing things all around.
The only cloud on my horizon is inside my mouth. I´ve lost a piece of tooth, and today learned I may well need a root canal. A 300-euro, 3-visit job to the dentist in Palencia.
So now I will go and have a nap to think it all over.