Tales of the Lecrin Valley

A personal view of life in an andalusian village.

The sun is in the sky and the birds are again waking me up in the morning singing their hearts out, instead of sitting in their sodden nests and coughing to greet another rainy day.  In fact the weather is set fair for another couple of weeks, so we are hoping that it lasts into Easter as we have started to fill the houses already.  A repeat of Christmas and New Year just doesn’t bear thinking about.  Nothing of much import has happened this last week or two, apart from another surreal Sunday afternoon the week before last.  Alexandra has recovered enough to open the Salerosa and this time there was an Irishman playing an Arabic ud accompanied by a Spaniard playing guitar, an Armenian talking Dutch to a Dutchman who lives in a cave above Niguelas and spends the whole winter reading except for the odd sortie to a bar, and a variety of assorted characters chatting about everything from cheesemaking to construction.  And a holidaying English couple who were bemused by the whole thing.  Carmen and I are of to Fez next week for a few days.  Ryanair have cheap flights from Sevilla and we will be staying in the riad of a friend of ours, so that looks like fun.  I still can´t get to the finca so my oranges are swelling nicely, waiting for the road to be fixed so that I can do some harvesting.  Carmen’s parents are back so Agustin can get his cider bottled and his wine decanted, so another afternoon of wine and cider tasting to look forward to.  I can feel the hangover starting already!