Tales of the Lecrin Valley

A personal view of life in an andalusian village.

The bar is now open Friday to Sunday and Alejandra is doing a sterling job. Her partner Paco is usually there with her and he plays a mean classical guitar and many of his own sardonic renditions.

Alejandra in her domain

Alejandra in her domain

Their three-legged dog, Madonna, is always in attendance and acts as a vacuum cleaner should anything fall on the floor.  The food is excellent and being from an Italian fishing village, fish features in a lot of the dishes.  I was in there with my nephew Jules on Sunday and we had a very nice martinin indeed, gambas pil-pil and a glass of cava to celebrate her coming birthday. 

Jules, Alejandra and Antonio Three

Jules, Alejandra and Antonio Three

Another day I had a pint glass stuffed full of fruit with pale rum poured over it which was delicious.  I don´t usually drink rum as I have previous, but as I didn´t know it was rum and I didn´t do anything outrageous I hope that that particular defective trait has passed.  (The last time was in 1968 in Australia on Bundaberg rum.)  On Sunday it was Alejandra’s birthday and we celebrated in style.  Despite the fact that I said to Carmen that I would only have a tonic water, we saw off the best part of a bottle of wine, and a very passable Rueda at that. 

Saleres coven

Saleres coven

 The tapas were great, as usual, and she even rushed up a quick paella which went down very well indeed.  The local cheesemaker was there with his goats’ cheese and that was great too.  I was going to see him yesterday to take a few photographs of his process, but the weather was abysmal and I gave it a miss until the weather improves.  It has been raining for a couple of days and when we got into the office this morning there was an inch of water on the floor.  A blocked pipe was identified as the culprit and after a couple of hours swilling the water out of the door we turned on the heaters and dried the place out. 

Carmen plotting and planning

Carmen plotting and planning

 I Digress.  I forgot to take my camera on Sunday, which was a shame as the afternoon turned into a Spanish version of a Brian Rix farce, so without photographic evidence I can´t tell you what happened as no-one would believe me.  We are going there on New Year’s Eve as Carmen´s family are in Asturias at the moment, and this time I will take my camera.  And I forgot. 

Antonio Three

Antonio Three

One of the characters in the village, Antonio Three, is normally to be found at the bar, and if anyone doesn´t speak Spanish, he spent years in France and breaks into French whenever he feels like it.