Penultimate day in Cadiz

Tomorrow we leave for Zahara de los Atunes – where we have no WiFi, no internet, no phone, no nada. Woo hoo – hello beach, hello sun, hello the books I have remaining to read. I’m in the midst of Hari Kunzru’s Gods Without Men, which I was digging until last night when I was going to bed I was reading the prose and it felt so contrived I paused several times to see if my mind was functioning differently. But I got back in again today – it’s reminiscent of David Mitchell, of the new genre, TransLit, and extremely compelling to me.

But we’re leaving for Zahara tomorrow – Tatjana visited a cork farm, a pig farm (the famed pata negra pigs), a bull farm, a mercury mine (complete with the leaching sauna room to draw out the mercury poisoning the miners – or inmates – prisoners were given the choice of dying or going down into the mines, they mistakenly chose the mines).

I have shopped for food and cooked, done lots of laundry to hang on the roof, taken lots of walks, hung out in a lot of cafes, plazas, parks, talked, smoked, drank beer, wine, tinto de verano, gin tonics, ate tortilla, manchego, bread, peaches (the flattened kind called paraguay here), figs, cherries (the black red types called piquotas), tomatoes, cucumbers, shrimp, udon, fish, olive oil, olives, honey – shall I go on infinitum?

Now I’m cooking our last meal – udon with peppers, spring onions, garlic and shrimp made with soy sauce and sesame oil and beer, accompanied by a tomato, cucumber and pepper salad with olive oil from Cordoba that is so delicious you could drink it out of the bottle. We are serving a bottle recommended by the owner of Magritte – a mencia called Tilenus – muy suave to accompany our lunch. Our friend is coming who retired here in Cadiz, not to say good bye because we will see her in Zahara as she makes her Sunday trek there religiously, but to bid farewell.

So Cadiz – our last night with the city sounds that will morph into sounds of the beach. I can’t wait!

7 Responses to “Penultimate day in Cadiz”

  1. Mudd Says:

    everything sounds DELICIOUS and PERFECT and just what the doctor ordered = have a SPLENDID offline time in Zahara! (will miss you, though)

    LOVE
    xoxo

  2. Rachel Says:

    Mudd – you know how hard it is to leave my cyber tentacles unplugged – but unplugged I must – and I will miss you but then will rejoice in catching up.

  3. Mudd Says:

    I’ll be thinking of you… and singing ??? ? za ha ra BOOM de ay… ? ??? while I continue on my journey. Go crazy!

  4. Mudd Says:

    oh geez… the musical notes have turned into question marks… HA!

  5. Rachel Says:

    Perfect – you know last year when I was in Zahara, when I was having my 19th nervous breakdown, Tin kept dropping crumbs on the floor while he ate and it kept attracting ants and at the end of the trip they ants had clustered on the wall in the form of a question mark – how appropriate – it begins and ends with a question.

    Za ha ra BOOM de ay – we have no cares today, our cares packed up and went away, za ha ra BOOM de ay.

  6. Mudd Says:

    Now I’m channeling crazy ants who form question marks on walls?
    Could be a niche…

    Thanks for putting music to my lyrics and making sure it will KEEP ME FROM GOING TO SLEEP TONIGHT.

    (love)

  7. Carol & Bob Says:

    whoops! I meant to leave our msg after this post…so sorry for your continued trials with the testy butterfly gland…xoxo

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