Fiesta time

For the first time in a while, I was spoilt for choice, and the fiesta isn't even over yet; I have retired to the house for a breather. This isn't the best photo I took, but I somehow liked the contrast between the stillness of the musician and the running children. I also took about 20 of the irresistible reflection photos that I always do of bandas. So the best of these is my spare blip, which is also nearly a self-portrait!

At lunchtime it was the end-of-year lunch for S's walking club -- what the French call an auberge espagnole, where everyone brings a dish to share. I continue to be surprised that locals find escalivade, a classic Catalan dish, exotic and unusual. And all the more so when introduced to them by a British person. Although there's always too much food on these occasions, the big dish was empty when we came home. We were outdoors, next to a small lake, and although the day started cloudy, the sun came out without it being uncomfortably hot.

We got home about 5:30, and promptly had a siesta to fortify us before the banda outside the house woke us a 7 o'clock. This evening the young people of the village have organised a soirée bodega on the square, with music and tapas and a great deal to drink. At least early in the evening, almost everyone was there, from babes in arms to 90 year olds, and we saw a few people we haven't seen in a while. Now the banda is gone, the young rugby players are lining up the beers on the bar, and the disco has started. All beneath our windows, no peace till 2 am! Summer is definitely here.