This picture is hazy because the weather is set to Rain Pretty Much All the Time. I thought about adding a picture of the kitchen cupboard with mold growing up the side but well-it's humid, you get the idea. This is actually a picture of a sort of horizontal dumbwaiter, or maybe a pulley suspension bridge. There's an older gent who has a garden on a small island in the middle of the river. I occasionally see him loading up his wheelbarrow on the riverbank and getting on the platform to pull himself and his tools across. Like all the older men I've seen here he is always nattily dressed and usually topped with a txapela (beret). I used to read Harriet the Spy at least thrice annually and so have a lifelong fixation on dumbwaiters, and have thought through if not actually executed plans to install one in our balcony for the groceries. I did actually used to keep a spy notebook and would still, if I were better linguistically equipped to eavesdrop on any conversation not carried out at a shout.
And also, these We Buy Gold guys are everywhere. The autonomous community unemployment rate is less than half of the statewide one, and yet. You can sell your jewelry that has 'gone out of fashion,' because that's the reason why anybody would be selling their precious metals at this particular time in history. Everything is going down the drain, so my response is to make cake. Incidentally, one can confect a white chocolate ganache using coconut milk in place of cream, though it's a little runny. Next holiday: May Day Tuesday. So Monday is a "bridge" day off. Don't be jealous, it's unbecoming.
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Yo Procrastino
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Bazko
(All pics at the end-sorry for the uncooperative-ness) If you are curious about the general strike, you can find some pics here. Everything, but everything was closed. Which was followed, after one more day of work, by the long Easter holiday-most people have at least one and a half weeks off for it, some people have two. We were visited by my folks, who gamely complied with our every over-scheduled whim, undoubtedly resulting in serious historic-cultural not to mention linguistic whiplash in addition to the truly utterly horrible jetlag that accompanies your average trans-Atlantic flight. We did, however, get to see a bunch of neat places. We strolled the coast in Donostia and ate some pintxos (artfully arranged bar snacks, largely fried). We walked around Hondarribia, which is a lovely coastal town where I like to engage in games of Fantasy Real Estate. We had a tour of an old cathedral that was undergoing renovation and archaeological study in Gasteiz, which is also home to the New Cathedral, which is home to a bunch of creepy and deeply strange stone ornamentation. We saw the shrine of St. Ignatius of Loyola in Azpeitia, which clearly confirmed my suspicions that Jesuits are way way too serious for me. There was a second trip (and there will be more) to the Abbadia castle, previously reviewed here, in Hendaia, a rain-soaked stroll around Irunea (you may know it as Pamplona), to Gernika to see its assembly house and its oak tree, and we poked around the Guggenheim Bilbao. Mostly, we walked. And also, we ate...
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