Anybody notice I was missing?
There will be much blogging here for a few days, and then there will vacation, well earned, may I add, and shared with the very woman who told me to take the trip that started my romance with Spain and the Spanish language. And there will be Sevilla! Any excuse, I run to Sevilla. We'll use a visiting Aussie this time. Any excuse works for me.
I have come across yet another of Wandering-Woman's myriad reasons to live in Spain:
There can be no place easier to throw a party. No place.
Cosmo party? Huge success. Despite the frantic and at times desperate search for fresh dill and fresh basil for the pinchos. In the end, I found both. In Salamanca! Impressing even the most pijo (snobby, yuppie) of my guests. And creating much better tasting pinchos.
Success despite the need to corral every lime in town. (OK, Spaniards, just why are fresh limes so hard to come by?)
Triple sec? Easy. I found Cointreau at the El Arbol where my shopping cart still lives. (Yes, still. Stay tuned for El Arbol cart-freeing updates.)
Bottled lime juice? Impossible. Limes? A lot of work, but where else could I find a friend generous enough to squeeze limes with a wooden hand-juicer until her hands blistered? And then soothe the pain with cosmopolitans, sing a little and dance all night?
Be careful inviting Spaniards to a party. They're potent. They bring more people (which I love), they sing, they dance, they make you play the piano, they rave about everything, they eat what you put in front of them and then they help you whip up another batch. While dancing. Finally, they give the neighbors a break about 3 and carry you off to the clubs to dance and sing Fue Un Error at the top of your lungs til dawn.
The other extranjero at the party, a British friend from work, pulled me aside at one point to say - "Wow, you know how to do this! You can really throw a party!"
To which I replied, honestly, "All I did was open the door!"
Easiest guests in the world. Just add food. And other people.
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