walk and walk and walk....TUNNELS!!!

Sweaty, hot and tired...we went for a four hour walk in the mountains, and it is warming up here. *phew*

We walked up a river bed, dried up, on our way out of town...it is a fascinating spot with walls on either side, a grand house, and bridges...

At the top of the walled section there was this tunnel...I posted about the tunnels in the hills here before, and I had wanted to get up and use the flash on this one....it looks like it goes a bit. It looks most mysterious to me....here's the door......

Doesn't that look fascinating? It's in, well, not the middle of nowhere, but it isn't, shall we say, central...


Here's what you see when you open the door........

What is that icky looking black stuff on the ground....looks ominous.

And with the flash.......................

OK, that goo still looks ominous....it looks like there is some kind of side passage, and I don't know what all at the end....

Here's another tunnel elsewhere in the hills...less sophisticated...it just has a gate, and right beside the road, albeit a rather remote road, and strangely below road level, you would think it would fill up....

We went off to political meetings after cooling off at home. Chuck was fairly hilarious when we were trying to leave. When we go out, Chuck, the chewer, dwells in the front hall. This time however he was a little worried that we might be taking him out for another walk....we had to drag him into the hall, then when he realised he was staying he trotted contentedly in and lay down on his bed....

We went first to the socialists meeting, complete with a children's bouncy castle and boutifarra barbeque, but we were too late, I had misread the timetable and it started at 10, no boutifarra for us...a kind of sausage. A little disappointing. Fortunately another political meeting was going on around the corner, this one a local crowd...self-proclaimed center-right....they had vermouths...which is that Sunday morning tradition of going out for vermouth and tapas...olives, clams, sliced sausages, chips, etc etc etc....yummy, no one wanted to talk politics at all though....

Finally we got someone to chat with us, they think I probably can vote in fact, so on Tuesday I will get over to the ajuntament and ask about getting both the man and I put on the censa electoral, or something...we did get some bumph and some political discussions. The man also went down to hear the incumbent speak.

It is really a small town, we know two people who were working for the socialists, the lady from the pet store, and one of my students. Two from the central-right, our landlord and her husband. The incumbent is the brother of one of my students, and another mayoral candidate, who was running the sound system for the incumbent, is the husband of my old Catalan teacher....there's more. We've only been here eight months, and I barely speak the language, and still!

The girls and I went off afterwards, we had all planned on going for a coffee and a sweety at a bakery/cafe, but they were closing, so instead we went to the local bar, the girls had ice cream, and I had cafe amb llet (with milk) and a flam...we would call it creme caramel...mmmm.

Youngest has gone to a friend's house, the man is asleep, eldest is kinda cranky, and I wouldn't mind a nap either, though I don't see it happening.

Lazy Sunday afternoons.....