15th July shopping till way late for tomorrow's luncheon extravaganza!
Collecting ice from a nephew after midnight; fresh food markets; collecting cakes; wines; bread and the centerpiece: 'a suckling pig' from a relative who knows a guy.
Early morning: cleaning; fire up the wood fired oven for two legs of lamb & roast vegetables. The pig arrives and the kitchen is getting busy. Family arrive from 1pm and will be here until dinner. The table is laden and moaning under the weight of so much food. The crackling of the pig is
Mouthwatering (why am I fat? rhetorical ?)
Tias & Tios; primos primas (aunties uncles and cousins) with the next generation of young ones and one the way. Laughter, cries of joy, drinking and the party is gettin started.
I am truly attempting to speak Portuguese and sound like a 3yo. My Portuguese includes hello/goodbye; excuse me; how are you? God help me if they answer with anything other than good, and you? Smile & Cheers (smile as i am the photographer) & How much? For cafes & shopping. Oh, and Beautiful (es linda) which I mixed up with enchilada (a Mexican snack)??
All the cheap Poms have their annual pilgrimage here & Majorca - very 'Shirley Valentine' just Pizza & Chips & Egg with a pint of beer and they never have to speak a foreign word or God forbid take a closer look at the heritage and culture of Europe! Xenophobic a Greek word that applies to Poms. Haha so fun to be a cultural attaché on tour.
No comments:
Post a Comment