Hello Jambo, Oli reporting from Valencia, 15th May, Bulgarian
cooking, this week’s online purchases, to Montrondo and Galicia and back and
other stories.
Eladio and I in Bueu this weekend |
Hello again
It’s Monday
and you will have realised I didn’t write yesterday but that was because we
were away for the weekend and a fabulous weekend it was as you will hear later.
On Monday we
said hello to Jambo. Jambo is Suzy’s new kitten and has been given the Tanzanian Swahili name actually meaning “hello”.
So, yes hello
Jambo. Suzy rescued the tiny ginger
kitten on Sunday evening as she was driving home. It was in the middle of the road and in
immediate danger of being run over. Suzy
is very like her Father Eladio in that she loves animals so of course she had
to rescue it and give it a home. The
tiny little creature soon adapted to her cozy new flat and has been receiving
visits all week. Jambo also came to
visit us or rather was left with us as Suzy went to give a lesson to San last
Tuesday, 15th May.
I suspect that
we will be hosting Jambo many times. In
fact this week Suzy is in Barcelona where she will be giving an important
presentation to the management of her company, Aramark and actually Olivia is
in charge of looking after Jambo while she is away. We will probably have the
pleasure of the little creature’s company once again and will have to be
careful to keep it far away and out of the danger of our frisky and over
enthusiastic dogs Norah and Elsa who wouldn’t think twice about taking a
mouthful of Jambo.
Whilst Jambo
was adapting to life with Suzy, Olivia was in Valencia reporting for the morning
programme she works for; La mañana de la 1.
She was to be live on the screen two or three times a day throughout the
week.
Many of the cases she reported on were court
cases and by now she seems to be well versed in how these work as well as
familiar with the jargon.
Although she
was based in the city of Valencia, she travelled with her team all over the
area, including Murcia, Alicante and Castellón. Her favourite report was about
a Counsellor called Olga Camps from Burgassot. The counsellor became famous overnight
in Spain when the town hall held an important voting session in the hospital
where she gave birth as her vote was considered important to improve a local
plan.
Tuesday was 15th
May, an emblematic day in many ways.
First the 15th May is a holiday in Madrid to celebrate the
capital’s patron saint, San Isidro. It
is also, as I wrote last week, Eladio’s youngest brother’s birthday who is
called Isidro as most boys are in Spain, who are born on that day. For me the 15th May is tinged with
sadness, as it is the day my dear brother George died in 2001, aged only
46. What can I say, except that life has
never been the same and that we miss him but carry him always in our hearts and
here I speak for my Father and myself. He
was a beautiful boy as you will appreciate in this photo I treasure of the two
of us when were about 18 and 20 years old.
The 15th
May was also the anniversary of the so-called Spanish revolution, the beginning
of demonstrations of discontented young people, symbolized by the taking over
of Spain’s most famous square, the Puerta del Sol.
For us it was
a quiet day at home and I must say it was very warm, in fact the whole week
until the weekend seemed like the middle of the summer and we spent a lot of
our time outside.
Here I am
sitting by the pool in the late afternoon.
There are more photos of 15th May here in this file you can
access in this link. All in all it was a
memorable day as you will now understand.
Last week we
had a taste of Bulgarian cooking thanks to Ivanka. I remembered dishes my
Mother and Aunt used to make and asked her whether she could cook them. Of course she could. My favourite is a cold
cucumber soup made with natural yoghurt, cucumber and garlic, called Tarator
and you drink it like you would gazpacho.
It is so refreshing and of course has hardly any calories.
Ivanka also
made “sarmi” which my Mother used to call “gloupsi” and is a dish of stuffed
cabbage leaves. The filling is made with
minced meat, rice and onion. When Ivanka
is cooking in the kitchen, it reminds me of when my Mother used to cook and
gives me a good homely feeling. I know
she can also make “baklava” but I’ve told her to leave that till Christmas as
it so fattening.
This week some
of my online orders arrived. The first
to arrive was a parcel from Amazon with two Jubilee cushions. They are now gracing our sofa in the bedroom
and are my contribution to the Diamond Jubilee fever.
Just before we
went away for the weekend, the parcel with more soft yellow towels from Marks
and Spencer’s arrived. You probably
didn’t know, but now you do, that I am something of a towel freak, to Eladio’s
despair of course.
The last order
arrived in our absence at the weekend and I was delighted to open the parcel
from Emma Bridgewater when we got back on Sunday. I had ordered more pottery to replace some of
the pieces Olga had broken and others that Suzy had taken to her new flat. Here you can see how I enjoyed a cup of
coffee this morning with my new polka dot cup and saucer with a matching
napkin. Coffee tastes even better if the
cup is attractive.
On Thursday
Eladio and I left for Montrondo where we were to join José Antonio and Dolores
for the weekend and also to be there on Sunday for this year’s family gathering
in honour of Antonio, my Father in law who passed away 7 years ago on 20th
May.
The weather
was lovely but got much cooler as we approached the mountains. We were there in good time to make a simple
but delicious dinner after which we went for a walk to nearby Murias de Paredes
and back.
In the
morning, we packed our bags again as the four of us were leaving for
Galicia. However before going, I took a
short walk in the village to take a few photos with my lovely Samsung Galaxy S2
to capture Montrondo at its best in the middle of May.
We were going
to Galicia, to the “Rías Bajas” on a sort of personal site inspection trip to
look for accommodation for our holiday this year and José Antonio and Dolores,
who is from Lugo in Galicia, were coming along for the ride.
Our
destination was the small fishing town of Bueu where we were to go and look at
a flat belonging to a friend to see if we wanted to stay there in the
summer. We had booked rooms at one of
the three modest hotels in Bueu and our choice was the Hotel Loureiro on the
small beach of the same name.
We arrived at
about 14.30h just in time for lunch and decided to try the seafood on offer at
the restaurant at the hotel. We were not
disappointed. The zamburiñas (small
scallops) were out of this world.
In need of
stretching our legs and eager to explore Bueu, we walked into the small town
centre which is dominated by the fishing port.
Here we walked the length of the sea front and back and then returned
for a siesta.
I myself skipped on the siesta and went in
search of the beach the other side of our hotel. I was delighted to find it was the Porto
Maior beach we had been to with my Father in 2007.
Later we went
to visit my friend’s flat in the centre of the town, after which we got into
the car to visit nearby Sanxenxo.
Sanxenxo is perhaps the area’s most famous town and beach and is where
Spain’s Prime Minister spends his summer holiday. I had only been once before and only briefly
by car so did not recall it very well. I
was bowled over by the wonderful Silgar beach and seafront. There and then we decided that at least a part
of our holiday would be spent there.
Sanxenxo, if you haven’t been, is a sort of min Santander or San
Sebastián with the sea front being an integral part of the small town. We would be back the next day to further
search for accommodation.
From Sanxenxo
we made our way to nearby Poio in search of a recommended restaurant, the Casa
Solla. Casa Solla, an old Galician stone
house, converted into an haute cuisine restaurant with a Michelin star, turned
out to be an amazing gastronomical experience with lots of tasty appetizers
like you get at the finest restaurants in Spain, such as Arzak in San
Sebastian. We expected an enormous bill
but were pleasantly surprised when we were presented with a most reasonable
bill.
With very
happy stomachs we returned to our modest hotel and got a much better night’s
sleep than I had expected. The next
morning we rose to a fantastic view of the Ria de Pontevedra and saw that it
had rained heavily until early morning.
The weather forecast for the weekend was dreadful but in the end it
hardly rained at all and the sun was out most of the time, to our delight of
course as we had gone equipped with umbrellas and all sorts of rain gear that
wasn’t necessary in the end.
Breakfast was
simple but delicious. José Antonio and I
enjoyed two of these amazing croissants whilst Eladio and Dolores preferred
toast.
We checked out
bright and early and by 10 were in Sanxenxo.
We went into an estate agency to enquire about summer rentals only to be
advised that it was much cheaper to book rooms at a hotel if we were only two
people. Then I remembered Eladio’s
sister, Pili and her husband, Andrés, had stayed at a hotel there the year
before, so texted them to get the name.
It was the Hotel Rotilio right by the harbor with views of the port and
the Silgar beach. We loved the rooms on
sight, but thought we would go and see the more luxurious Hotel Sanxenxo first
before deciding.
In the end we
booked 7 nights at the Rotilio and decided over a cup of coffee at a café in
nearby Portonovo that the other week would be spent in Asturias. So there and then I rang Montse, the owner of
La Casona de la Paca in delightful Cudillero ( similar to Robin Hood’s Bay) and
booked the “special room” for 5 nights to be spent straight after our stay in
Sanxenxo.
The Casona de la Paca hotel in Cudillero, Asturias, where we will be staying in the summer after Sanxenxo |
Delighted with
our arrangements, we decided to have lunch at nearby O Grove, a rather
fashionable little town on the seafront just across the way from the even more
fashionable tiny island of La Toja. For
Eladio and I, it was our third time at the much recommended Posada del Mar
where we had been with my Father on previous visits to Galicia. Here we feasted on “caldo Gallego” (local
broth) and Dolores and I enjoyed zamburiña pie.
After lunch it
was time to head back to Montrondo, some 500km away, so a long drive. This time we took the motorway via Santiago,
La Coruña and Lugo and actually were “home” by 8.30. I hardly had an appetite for dinner after so
much food in Galicia and whilst Eladio and José Antonio were watching Chelsea
play Bayern Munich in the Champions League final, Dolores and I went for a much
needed walk to Murias and back.
We came home
to see the English beat the Germans, again in a penalty shoot out and went to
bed exhausted.
The next day
we were up early and I spent a good part of the morning making lentils as a
first course for the family lunch. The rest of Eladio’s brothers and sisters
and his Mother arrived at about midday and 12.30h had us at the village church
for the memorial mass for Antonio, the family patriarch.
Just before
the mass started Alejandro, one of Eladio’s brothers, went up to the belfry and
started ringing the bells. He was shortly joined by Eladio and the two had a
grand time as you can in the picture. I
think they were remembering their past and how they used to love ringing the
bells when they were boys.
After a short
and boring mass in the very cold church, we visited the cemetery to pay our
respects at Antonio’s grave after which we all walked back to the house and
started preparations for the family lunch.
Everyone had brought something and we all shared our contributions. Best was Adela’s cocido. We were 12, just the adults as the younger
generation was not able to come this year.
Once again I realised that thanks to Antonio, the family was reunited
and remembered my smiling and somewhat cantankerous father in law with great
fondness.
You can see all the photos of our trip to Montrondo and Galicia here.
It was too
cold to enjoy being outside so soon we all said our goodbyes and got into our
cars to make the journey home. Eladio
and I were home by 8.30 and glad to find the house nice and clean and looked
after by Ivanka. My Father was pleased
to see us and I had brought him some typical Spanish biscuits made with almonds
for him to enjoy with his tea in the afternoon.
The girls were
not there, Suzy being at her new flat and Olivia out to the cinema. We did see her briefly though before we
turned in. I would have liked to see
Susana before she left for Barcelona this morning at the crack of dawn for her
important event in Barcelona which I think takes place on Wednesday. Tomorrow
will be Olivia’s 27th birthday and for the first time ever, I think,
Suzy will be missing.
As I finish
this week’s post, just a few words to tell you that José Antonio is having an
operation right now in the hospital in Madrid where both my girls were born. Eladio is at the hospital and we are waiting
for news. Meanwhile, I wish him lots of luck and a speedy recovery.
On that note
my friends, I leave you until next week.
All the
best/Masha
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