Oh what a week it´s been.
The sun pounds down. The garden is burgeoning, full of glossy eggplants and fat green beans and brilliant red tomatoes.
I am neglecting the garden a bit, and the blog a lot.
Brian the Pittsburgh guy pushed his romance with Juli a bit too hard, and a great drama unfolded over a couple of days. He is now on the Camino, on his way to Santiago. (So nice, having a low-cost psychotherapy option/escape clause right outside the door).
Juli learned she did fine on her big exam, and in September she starts with a real job in a real school teaching English, out in Burgos province.
Paddy is feeling much better, after having a rather low period.
Una, on the other hand (or paw?) is feeling pretty bad. Yesterday at the Leon University Veterinary Hospital her left rear leg was amputated. We go to pick her up this afternoon. I am bracing myself for the shock.
In the middle of all this I took off in the train for Santiago, where I squeezed with 38,000 other people into an outdoor theater/cow pasture designed for 30,000. (seems the promoter got a bit carried-away with the VIP passes for friends and family.)There we watched Bruce Springsteen sing and cavort for a solid three hours. He was very fun. I was there with a couple of fine people, so it wasn´t a complete waste. And I got to have a long, leisurely, solo visit in Santiago, a very beautiful and moving place.
I am getting some thinking done. I am re-thinking the blog, and I wonder if you readers can help me clarify what I am doing with it. Should I focus on Village Life in Rural Spain, or camino things, or my own thoughts and experiences? Is this blog too personal, and/or boring? Am I losing you?
Tell me what you want. That´s what the "comment" slot is for, down at the bottom. I need to know.
And as for Moratinos Life, the Segundinos have harvested their garbanzo beans, and the plants are drying out on the era in a fluffy great pillow of stalks. On Saturday they will drag a heavy trillo threshing sled across them, to separate the beans from the pods and stems and leaves. (We have one of these trillo sleds in our dining room. Ours is decor -- and a great back-scratcher.) And then they´ll somehow separate the chaff from the beans by throwing them all up in the air.
I´d never seen garbanzo beans in their natural state before. When they´re green they look and taste like hard peas. I didn´t know that getting chickpeas involved such a great deal of time and effort. They are so inexpensive, so easily bought, all ready to serve from the jar or tin. It´s an eye-opener, seeing what goes into them.
So, if you should see a farmer today, tell him thank-you. Think about hummus, and give him a big kiss on either side of his smile.