I'll let the pictures do the talking about the mountains but first, lunch.
Lunch was great, María cooked this soup that reminded me of my grandma's and really good fish. Jordi's aunt Maria was there too and she spoke to me a lot. (I didn't realise at first why she'd asked me if we'd met before but Jordi and Susana later explained that she has a poor memory.) I added some balsamic vinegar to my fish and I'm really starting to forget what's unique to me and what's British but tía Maria thought it was weird having the fish on the leftover vinegar from the salad. Great aunt Maria however put some vinegar on her fish too.
I still don't understand Abuelo very well and I feel so bad because he always makes such an effort to talk to me. We spoke about San Jordi and he and great aunt Maria explained some of the history of their family and the village. Abuela is easier to understand and she rolled her eyes when I said she has great style. She reminds me of my grandma a lot.
Here is the amazing Mont Sec (dry mountain) and the snow-covered Pirinese in the background:
There are no words to describe the serenity and beauty of this place. I was scared, a bit from falling but mostly from being swallowed up by its magnificence. So grateful to my host family for sharing this hidden wonder with me.
Also I went for a coffee with my first friend here! I was getting a bit stir crazy spending more time than I was used to by myself but now I'm not so scared to put myself out there, even if I look like a big potato
She's nice. Popular too with a hunky boyfriend and I'm 100% not jealous at all.
Until next time,
Antonia xxx
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