Our friend April is awesome. She hails from the Bahamas (now lives in L.A.) and teaches us all sorts of sayings, including the title of this post. You can guess what it means, right? She laughed when I told her that was what I called my grandmother (Bubby, Yiddish for grandmother). I feel as though we've picked up her phrases quickly and have used them liberally.
Yesterday we did A LOT of walking. We took the bus to a neighboring town called Colbato and made our way to the once-a-month market. It was a hike. The community reminds me a bit of Ojai, California.
At the foothills of the amazing Monserrat mountains...
April and Pedro slurping down slushies (not sucking bubbies)...
The market was a lot of fun, selling everything from bunnies to skirts to batteries, to fruits and veggies and more.
After about an hour of perusing, we set off for Vinyanova a restaurant in the area. Even before I came to Can Serrat I was dreaming about this restaurant because the Can Serrat website describes it and highly suggests making reservations ahead of time. It did not disappoint.
Beginning of meal: Bread (of course) fresh tomatoes, garlic. Delish!
potatoes, red peppers, eggplant and aioli.
Ceviche, green peppers, olives, onions.
The vegetarian platter - corn, carrots, green beans, asparagus, a hunk of cheese in the middle and veggie patties...
The meat platter for the meat eaters - all sorts of sausages, ham, salami, etc.
Next came the fruit basket and 6 knives, pears, peaches, apples, oranges, apricots...
Taro in a food coma.
Lovely group photo of a lovely lunch.
Later, we walked around the property and came upon birds, bunnies, roosters, this horse...
...and Juan, the mule. A stranger basically forced Mingjuan to kiss him (perhaps because she has 'juan' in her name, too?)
All in all a great day. I'm off to Madrid now. Back Wednesday with more to report.
mc
1 comment:
i can almost feel that I am there. almost :-) keep posting -- miss you!
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