I am always appreciative of the relationship that the Spanish have with food. It's a medium for conversation, friendship, and soul-searching. Sometimes, sure, they have to eat on the run (who doesn't?) - but most of the time, they pay attention to and savor what they're eating AND invest happily in the conversations that are taking place around them. In the U.S., I sometimes feel like food is an obligation, as opposed to a right, let alone something to be enjoyed.
Needless to say, everything was delicious! The rich flavors seemed to linger, even after the food was already gone. Here are a few photos of the things she made, including clams, sausage, stuffed peppers, and more...
After work yesterday, several of the CIEE staff and I went to visit Santa Margarita vineyard, located far out in the country, about an hour away from Alicante proper. We had an amazing ride there, listening to music as I tried to cue in to the conversations taking place. Can I just say, these people are so fun to be around?
We went on a tour of the winery...it was so cold! Then sat down to try three wines (1 white and 2 red) while nibbling on a few snacks, like ham, bread, cookies, etc.
I don't remember saying much during the tasting, except maybe to Debora who was sitting next to me, and who--I have a feeling--I would love to be friends with, but I couldn't stop thinking how amazing it was simply to be around these people, picking up on bits of their conversations, immersing myself in the language, and having such a charming time doing so.
After the wine had settled in, and warmed us up, Debora and I took a stroll outside to admire the mountains, say hello to the horses, play with the cats in the desert garden, and just talk - in my broken Spanish, of course. :)
Here am I con los gatos.
We came back to Alicante and I rested before heading to Paco's for a late dinner and great fun with the CIEE staff and their families! I got home pretty late, and wouldn't have had it any other way. I wish there was something I could do for them in exchange for all they're giving me.
Right now, it's Saturday night and I'm just waking from a siesta. It's dark, but I think I'll go out a little later and spend some time among the people. I've heard that Saturday night, much like last night, is a night when the city doesn't sleep. Look out Alicante, here I come!
Vale?
Vale.
Adios!
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