We need to go to the market down the street for some groceries. Because it is so close, we get food we want for the day. Or, we might just decide to eat Tapas–there are so many kinds, you would have trouble eating the same one in a month, unless you found a favorite must-have. Tapas are like big appetizers and/or hors d’oeuvres with meats or vegetables of all kinds mixed in interesting and tasty ways. You order two or three at most, and you have a big meal–most people stand at high tables to eat rather than sit–cheaper on the menu in some places, and that gives folks an opportunity to move around and visit–my kind of thing–I think I did that before tapas style became the rage.
Kathy and I made the right decision, for us anyway, to spend significant time in one place at a time, putting sight-seeing and travel secondary to experiencing life in a new place. A young woman here in Seville at the market we frequent now knows me and laughs because she has to ask for my passport when I use my credit card–policy–and we both know by now that I am who I am. It’s that knowing smile when she really doesn’t look at the passport but holds it in her hand, since it is policy, after all. I think she is a sanguine in personality like me and, for sanguines, policy really doesn’t matter that much in life. It’s more like, get the job done fast and efficiently and don’t let the rules get in the way. The chestnut-roasting guy on the corner knows I want the dos Euro amount for a snack. He is a cheerful guy, every once in a while shouting out a short sales pitch, and his roasting mechanism is cool–a home made metal cone on a small charcoal grill on which the chestnuts rest directly on the charcoal while roasting. Since chestnuts are so sweet, the smoke coming out of the cone is pleasant, like a sweet cigar. The chestnuts come out charbroiled and easy to peal. Even if you leave some shell on one, it is a pleasant added crunch. We have loved buying bread in a small, out of the way, bakery on a stroll–it’s organic and heavy and grain-filled. The owner says it’s “muy bien” and I whole-heartedly agree as I eat a piece in our apartment with European butter and blueberry spread. This will be our bakery while we are here. And all of this just steps from our apartment without ever having to get in a car. This is what I pictured this year to be. Thank you God for allowing it to be so, during this time. WEG