This morning I fiound a lovely short cut to the inner city through a food market, full of meat, fish and fruit stalls. What a pity I haven’t got access to a kitchen – it all looks fabulously fresh.
I made my way back to the same cafe terrace as yesterday and sit In the late morning sunshine ‘eating’ a hot chocolate, and I suddenly realise the attraction. It reminds me of long-ago home. When I was a child my mother would serve an instant chocolate dessert and throw a bit of desiccated coconut into it. We called it ‘choc slosh’ and I loved it. If only I had some coconut now I could recreate the memory. I have often been reminded of this dish by smell but never before by taste.
A lovely old guy walks by the bar and stops to feed the pigeons – he obviously does this on a regular basis.
I treat myself to an extravagant lunch of scallops (zamburiñas), which I absolutely love but strangely have never seen served in our area of Spain. I also had them last night, and might well have them again tomorrow. I don’t believe in the saying “too much of a good thing”.
This ancient city is definitely beginning to grow on me as it becomes more familiar. I can easily find my way around the narrow streets now and plot new short cuts. I haven’t visited any of the museums yet as I will do that with David over the next couple of days.
During the late afternoon I went back to my sheltered spot in the park. I found a new use for my sleeping bag and placed it on the grass to lie on – so lucky that I didnt chuck it away in celebration at not having to sleep in it again. I am hoping that I can catch some sun to diminish the rather unsightly tide marks on my legs and arms – a pilgrim status symbol that I would much rather be without! I had just decided that I had had enough and began collecting my stuff together when I heard some giggling from behind a wall, luckily quite a distance away. The next moment I was being bombarded with water bombs amid gales of laughter. Luckily I was just out of range for a direct hit, although in the style of the dambusters I received a certain amount of bouncing spray. I’m glad to say that it didn’t take me long to see the funny side of it and strolled off with a bit of a giggle myself (although if I had received a direct hit I may well have felt differently!)
So now I’m waiting for David to arrive in an hour or so, and my solitary confinement will be at an end.