We all woke up at 8 to my mom´s alarm. She made tortilla de patata (typical Spanish omelette) as Vanessa and Iread and journaled outside, watching a pair of new warblers in the gardens below. Our dad went to try to find our car that he had parked last night. The tortilla was delicious, and we ate it with peaches, the paraguayos (which were sadly past their prime by now, so not very juicy or flavorful), and bread with butter and Nocilla.
Beach
We walked to the beach and found that there was a superb-looking street market blocking our way. V immediately found a beautiful green cloth purse for 9 €. Mama, V, and I kept looking through the market as my dad went to try to find the car again (the streets are very deceiving). We bought some, I know, so luxurious, socks.
Beach time! The three of us got to the beach and felt the cold, crisp, clear water of the Mediterranean sea. I attempted to skip rocks (the beach shore was covered in glistening smooth rocks and coarse sand). We all skipped rocks, and then my dad came with success. Going in for a dip, the water was salty and buoyant and wonderful. I spent some time floating and listening to the music of the rocks and sand skimming themselves because of the waves. We read as our parents played frisbee and went to get beer.
¡Paco!
We went back to the apartment and showered before going to a beachfront hotel (Hotel Palace). Paco was right in the lobby, waiting for us. He is my mom´s uncle (he is the husband of her mother´s sister. It was so great to see him--he hadn´t changed a bit. After some discussion, we decided to stay where there was AC; eating in the hotel we weren´t actually staying at. Paco talked nonstop :).
I ate french fries, potatoes with a yummy meat broth, and a Catalán soup that was very similar to chicken noodle soup. For dessert I tried curd with honey and that was okay, but there was also a delicious cream and chocolate cake thing and arroz con leche.
Paco is a wonderful guy. He pretends to not like his wife´s dog Mia, yet takes her for half-hour walks and had a glimpse of a smile in his eyes as he talks about her. He talks very wisely about politics and economics of Spain, surprisingly fiery about those topics, and inquires about how my mom and such. We went back to our apartment and talked and ate tapas. Paco left after a nice goodbye a couple of hours later.
After Paco
We walked home after walking Paco to his car, chilling for a bit, before going to bed.
3 am: The wind and rain woke me up. It was an epic storm, and my dad was already awake; V and my mom joined soon after. We watched the rain and lightning bolts for half an hour, illuminating the mostly dark buildings and roads glistening with rain.
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| Spanish tortilla for breakfast |
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| Stormy night |
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