Nuestro primo, Cary, came to see me yesterday. Cary is studying Spanish and literature in Barcelona. As usual, the visit began with a forced march out to the Ermita. There's nothing like a brisk walk in the bracing mountain air to clear the fog of train travel. I had a little work to do on my wine so we drove up to the winery and stopped at the vineyards on the way.
At the winery, Cary was able to see the (all too sadly) vanishing craft of traditional winemaking. We returned to the casa where I attempted to prepare a traditional dinner for us of steak and baked potatoes. European charcoal can be a little unpredictable and there was no exception last night. As I was struggling with the fire, our neighbor Dani came over. In an effort to help, he turned up his music. When that didn't work, he began blowing furiously on the charcoal. For a moment, it looked as if he had thrown a bottle rocket into the barbeque. There was a tremendous surge of sparks and flame as the charcoal finally got going.
The steaks turned out better than we expected. After dinner, Cary and I walked through Masroig. Yesterday was Columbus Day here (a Spanish national holiday) and the town was very quiet. We slept in this morning (9:30), had some melon pernil for breakfast and drove over to Falset. Cary got a brief circular tour of Falset and we returned home for a lunch of Texpacho.
After lunch, we dropped in on Maria, Cisco and Francesc. Francesc graciously offered us coffee and some hazelnut pastry. We had a nice visit and they were very happy to meet Cary. It was great to see Cary and learn of his adventures. He is an articulate, thoughtful, creative and courageous young man. I am amazed at how much he has accomplished so far. Thanks for visiting, HOMBRE!
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