Sleepy morning. Ella Zole quietly sipped her leche, we drank coffee one cup at a time with a traditional espresso maker, and Buena Vista Social Club piped through our travel speakers. Great start to the day.
We entered the city of Girona today with some drama by the bridge. Christie got excited approaching the river and BAM! She landed on both her knees, not seeing the step below her, and slightly twisted her ankle. An old Spanish women watched over me from the bridge to make sure I was ok. I gave her the universal thumbs up.
We spent the morning wandering through the old Jewish Quarter (shalom!) poking in and out of shops and snapping photos. Naturally the aroma of wine and the barrels perched on the sidewalk lured us into a wine shop. We sampled “dos” glasses of wine with a “yo no hablo Ingles” Catalonian gentleman. For just a couple of euros, he poured us samples straight from the barrel. We enjoyed a delicious ruscat and robust red for the “signor” (Tony, Christie’s brother in-law).
An hour before siesta we were ready to begin without the locals. We lunched at family owned and kid friendly La Bistrot. Machenga cheese filled pork, fresh cod with a dynamite sauce that Christie cannot remember (she’s 40 after all), and curried chicken all served with fresh vegetables and local frijoles. Muy delicioso!
Adios for now!
~Travelinggals.
No comments:
Post a Comment