Life In A Spanish Cooler

16 Feb

Friday was our last full day in Spain.  The villa had heated up to comfortable so I could get out of bed without losing a toe to frostbite.  I woke early, made a cup of tea, and got back in to bed to read for a couple of hours.  What a treat!

Sue & Lyn collected us at ten for a drive to Torrevieja.  The beach was pretty but we didn’t go on it because of the sand.  I did pose with a sculpture, at Lyn’s suggestion:

This young lady waited every day for her father to come home from fishing, and one day he didn't. I suppose she pined away. They didn't have comfort food in those days.

Lyn & Sue wanted to visit a golf shop on a golf estate.  We stopped at a rather swanky golf club to use the toilets.  Did you ever feel grubby just by being present in a place of swank? 

Reading yesterday’s comments, I suddenly realised that, sadly, I did not eat any Spanish food at all while I was away; but I did walk past the tapas bar in the golf club mansion.  Does that count?

As we pulled away, Sue said in a ‘don’t panic’ voice, ‘Lyn, stop the car.  Alison, get out slowly, carefully.’  Alison had a bee on her back.  It stung her just as Sue spoke.  She was relieved to have been stung, for two reasons: one, her husband had told her if she was ever stung she would cry, and she could prove him wrong; and two, it wasn’t another heart attack, as she had first feared when the pain shot down her arm.  We were all pretty relieved about that second one.

After a lunch of baguette and other nice food, Alison and I sun bathed again.  No top removals this time: I had to fetch a duvet because the breeze was so cold.  It didn’t spoil the fun.

Inviting me to a restaurant with a name like 'Let's eat'? I'm much too polite to refuse.

Alison took me out to her favourite restaurant for dinner: Let’s eat, in Benimar.  Talk about yummy; I forgave them the lower case ‘e’ on the strength of the starter alone. 

Fanned Melon with Serrano Ham. Drool.

Pork Loin on a bed of Cabbage, Mash, Bacon; with Lemon Wedges and Vegetables. Double Drool.

Profiteroles (minus chocolate sauce - yeah!) on a Vanilla Ice Cream bed. Alison had the Lemon Cheesecake.

We waited a while between courses but that was okay because they plied us with strong wine; so strong, I may have been extremely tipsy, which I haven’t been since 2005.  Not drunk, of course; I only had two large glasses. 

We walked home, uphill, stopping three times to rest, and once to repatriate neglected lemons from a deserted garden overflowing with lemon tree.  I was the lookout.  I saw nothing, double.

I think I may have got things backwards: some Brits escape a life of crime by fleeing to Spain.  I went to Spain to start mine.

The Wages of Sin or, If Life Doesn't Give You Lemons, Steal Them

31 Responses to “Life In A Spanish Cooler”

  1. judithatwood February 16, 2012 at 17:44 #

    sounds like you had a good time — wish I was at that restaurant right now!

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  2. viv blake February 16, 2012 at 18:18 #

    What pretty food!

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  3. Al February 16, 2012 at 18:35 #

    Are you sure the lady on the bench didn’t just sit out in the sun so long she got bronzed?

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  4. Pseu February 16, 2012 at 19:12 #

    What do you call someone who nicks lemons?

    Lemony Snicket

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    • Pseu February 16, 2012 at 19:13 #

      did you see any Seville oranges lying around? Ma used to collect them from the side of the road .

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      • Tilly Bud February 17, 2012 at 12:13 #

        No, but there were lots of orange tree orchards.

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  5. gigihawaii February 16, 2012 at 20:08 #

    The Chinese meal in the previous post and the meal in today’s post looked delicious! Wow! I am glad the villa warmed up for you; I wondered why it hadn’t. The trip was short, but what a grand time you had, Tilly.

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    • Tilly Bud February 17, 2012 at 12:15 #

      It stayed cool because it had been shuttered for months, it’s winter, and we shuttered it every time we went out/to bed. It just didn’t have time to warm up.

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  6. Gobetween February 16, 2012 at 20:12 #

    I love the expression see double of nothing 😀

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  7. laurieanichols February 16, 2012 at 21:32 #

    You made me drool with the pictures especially the melon with the Serrano ham, cured meats and fruit make fantastic flavor combinations. The profiteroles were pretty in the glass and I am sure that the pork in Spain must have been to die for, I love pig.

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  8. sarsm February 16, 2012 at 21:36 #

    It looks and sounds to me like you had a brilliant holiday Tilly. The melon looks gorgeous!!

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  9. Hattie February 16, 2012 at 22:37 #

    Oh those mausoleum-like Spanish houses. Takes me back. We loved that part of Spain at the off season.
    I’m getting such pleasure out of reading about your adventures there. That poor Spanish lady kept her figure due to lack of comfort food!

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  10. kateshrewsday February 16, 2012 at 22:55 #

    Gosh, glad Alison was ok, Tilly!

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  11. Lorna's Voice February 16, 2012 at 23:07 #

    The food. Did anyone think you were a food critic, what with you taking all those pictures of your meals? 😉

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  12. Gabrielle Bryden February 17, 2012 at 02:44 #

    Sounds like a wonderful break!

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  13. barb19 February 17, 2012 at 04:37 #

    The food at “Let’s Eat” looks yummy and I wouldn’t worry about the calories – sounds like you walk them off each time you walk home – uphill!

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  14. nrhatch February 17, 2012 at 06:03 #

    Sounds like a DELICIOUS time. 😀

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  15. misswhiplash February 17, 2012 at 11:41 #

    It is good that you had a lovely holiday but , you did not eat Spanish food which is delicious and can only be beaten by English Fish ‘n Chips

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  16. Grannymar February 17, 2012 at 17:59 #

    I enjoyed my armchair trip to Spain with you.

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  17. bluebee February 18, 2012 at 13:39 #

    The Place of Swank – what a great name 😉

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  18. Piglet in Portugal February 19, 2012 at 18:02 #

    Did you bring any lemons home?

    The food looks delicious at the restaurant…just waiting for my dinner now. I’m not cooking, so have to wait for French hours. 9pm!

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    • Tilly Bud February 20, 2012 at 10:26 #

      I did. You can see the photos on another post.

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  19. eof737 February 21, 2012 at 00:16 #

    Hey, they were there for the picking… 😉

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  20. Perfecting Motherhood February 21, 2012 at 02:03 #

    Profiteroles without chocolat? Quel sacrilege!

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