(To the tune of the Barça FC anthem) As I’ve mentioned before, calçots are one of the true seasonal delights of living in this part of the world. If the winter sun is shining, then I can’t think of a better to spend your Saturday afternoon than gorging yourself on these sweet oniony treats atContinue reading “Calçots, calçots, calçots!”
As I have alluded to in the past, the process of obtaining our visas to come to Tortosa was an incredible comedy of administrative hell. The twists and turns, the soaring highs and bone-crushing lows, were nothing short of a Game of Thrones saga (although obviously without quite so much blood).
This week has been somewhat of a come down after three jam-packed weeks of visitors and weekends away. We have been so lucky to have many friends and family visit from Australia, and our little apartment and day-to-day lives seem a bit quiet and dull now that they have gone. Quiet is not always bad.Continue reading “The week of contrasts”
“What?!”, I can hear you spluttering at your screen. “Another festival? Is she serious? Surely after Sant Jordi, Sant Joan, Benicàssim, the Three Kings and the Renaixement Festival that is enough, at least for a little while. Do some work for goodness sake!” That’s what I thought too. And believe me, I am trying toContinue reading “The week of Festes de la Cinta”
Summer time (in Tortosa) And the living is easy. Fish are jumping, (honestly, I saw one this morning) And the cotton is ‘Cause the mercury’s high. Your daddy’s The food’s still rich, And your mama’s the beach is good looking So hush, little baby long to-do list, don’t you cry.
The first sign was the flags. Blue and yellow, red and white, on street corners all around the old quarter. Next, they were on the bridge, and the main street. After that, deep red velvet banners were drawn along the balconies of our little Carrer. The following morning we awoke to sails draped across plazas.Continue reading “The week of Renaixement”
Last week was hot. And this week…still hot. Our old bedroom is now the Bed Frame Room, as the mattress permanently lives in the living room under the fan. Use of the oven is forbidden. I’m on a four-day ice-cream streak. And our clothes are drying in about 90 minutes on the line. So we take to theContinue reading “The week it was still hot”
And continued to be hot. And still is hot. Wearing bathers around the house, sleeping in the living room under the fan, covering windows with wet towels, giving up on the balcony plants, staying at work until late because that’s where the AC is, eating watermelon for dinner kind of hot. A heatwave is currentlyContinue reading “The week it was hot”
The amount of aerial wildlife is one of the lovely things about living in Tortosa, a regional town so close to the Delta Ebro wildlife reserve. I’m not saying I’m a twitcher, but in the immortal words of The Eels, I like…birds. Pigeons, sparrows and swallows are ubiquitous of course, occupying the nooks and cranniesContinue reading “The week of the flies”
Just to be clear, we actually drink every week. Water, obviously, plenty of fresh orange juice, and the occasional beer or bottle of cava. But this week I finally achieved Catalan Drink Bingo, and I had to tell someone! There are many popular tipples to taste while watching the world go by here in Catalonia.Continue reading “The week we drank”