I took a long walk on the beach Monday and, as I strolled, I thought I’d pick up perhaps four pieces of sea glass to add to my collection. I was thinking about the standard colours I always find: light green, dark green, brown, and clear (frosted). I haven’t come across another piece of yellow sea glass since I dropped one a few minutes after I discovered it (click here).
(Click any image. If you get as excited as I did, you just might [almost, nearly, but not quite] pee yourself.)
Everywhere I looked were beautiful translucent shells in a multitude of colours. These shells are always to be found here, but never have I seen them in this quantity and in such variety. I had already found my four pieces of glass and decided to start another collection.
After carefully pocketing my new treasures, I noticed one more bit of gold shining in the wet sand just beyond the shoreline. I bent down and discovered it was a piece of glass. Yellow glass! I placed it deep in my other pocket and it actually made it home with me. Simple pleasures are definitely the best.
We had some bank business to resolve, so were back in Sevilla Tuesday through Thursday. San Geraldo (my prince) decided we deserved the royal treatment, so he booked us a room at a recently opened hotel in a former private palace. Wednesday night, we dined at a brand new restaurant in another former palace.
The hotel (Ateneo) is in our old neighbourhood and just opened in December.
Catalina was my favourite restaurant when we lived in Sevilla. Now, they’re both my favourite. If you’re ever in Sevilla, I encourage you to check out La Quinta (and Catalina Casa de Comidas). Beautiful places, comfortable and welcoming, exceptional and unusual food, and surprisingly affordable.
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THE ‘STOOP’ OF THE PALACE.
HOTEL BRUNCH, WHICH INCLUDED SPANISH SHERRIES,
CHAMPAGNE, AND TO-ORDER DISHES.
THE CENTRAL COURTYARD. (THIS AND THE NEXT PHOTO ARE FROM THE WEB.)
OUR ROOM. FINALLY, A BED WIDE ENOUGH FOR THE TWO OF US. (THEY’VE ADDED A LOT OF ANCIENT ARTWORK TO THE WALLS.)
During our Sunday in Cádiz, we stopped for ‘treats’ once or twice (three times if you count the ice cream).
Having met Elena and her mother at 9 a.m., I hadn’t had time for my two cups of cafe con leche. So, by noon, I was in need of coffee and my mid-day snack.
Our first stop was at the Parador (these are high-end state-run hotels throughout Spain). The olives that arrived with out drinks were out of this world. Unfortunately, unlike the rest of the group who ordered beer, I had coffee. Olives and coffee? Not so good together. Then came a pork dish that was out of this world. We also had an excellent potato salad before moving on.
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EXCEPTIONAL OLIVES! (EXCEPT WITH CAFE CON LECHE.)
CHICHARRONES DE CHICLANA? (EXCEPT I THINK I’VE GOT THIS WRONG!)
(ELENA WILL CORRECT ME AND I’LL FIX THIS.)
PICOS (IT MEANS “BEAKS”). AS COMMON AS BAR PRETZELS.
LIKE LITTLE BREADSTICKS (ONLY BETTER).
After walking some more, we stopped for lunch at the beach.
GOLI, FINDING SOME SHADE.
PLAYING PARCHÍS ON THE BEACH BELOW. (PARCHEESI IN THE USA.)
TABLE GAMES ARE A COMMON SIGHT ON CÁDIZ BEACHES.
SOME SUGGESTIONS… WE HAD THAT SPECIFIC SQUID. (SEE NEXT PHOTO.)
TORTILLITAS DE CAMARONES.
THE VERY TALENTED CARMEN WITH A PEPPER.
SARDINES! WITH TAILS, HEADS, AND EYES.
I DIDN’T TOUCH THEM (BUT, THANKS JUST THE SAME).
First Carmen and then Elena demonstrate the proper (or improper) way to eat a pepper.
Sunday, I drove to Cádiz (two hours away) with the Goddess Elena and Mother-of-the-Goddess-Elena to spend the day visiting with good friends of theirs, wandering the city, eating, walking, eating, walking, eating. You’ll get to see it all. So much to share!
Meanwhile, here’s a view of the bridge we didn’t cross because it’s not yet finished. The bridge is called La Pepa (also known as “the Second Bridge”). It crosses the Bay of Cádiz from the town of Puerto Real. The “First Bridge” of Cádiz, also known as Carranza Bridge, was built in 1969.
I look forward to crossing Puente La Pepa.
But, as San Geraldo once said, “I’ll burn that bridge when I come to it.”*