One day recently, probably the day after I wrote about finding it hard, I came to the completely unstartling conclusion that we need to focus on the good things that are going on, not the bad.
Despite being hardly ground-breaking news, it can be rather difficult to do from time to time.
Not today though.
Here's some things I love about my life here.
I love it that I can go to the market and use almost no plastic bags.
I love it that one of the ladies in the market exchanges recipes with me, and that the eggs I buy from her are still dirty, that she actually feeds the chickens vegetables, that the yolks stand up about three quarters of an inch proud of the white when you crack it, that they are an amazing orange colour, and that I can take both the (cardboard) cartons and the elastic bands back to her and she'll use them again. How good does it get?
I love it that most of the women and men here carry a straw basket to do their shopping and so do I,
I love it that most people use one of these for the bread...
I got this two days ago...my local bakery lady asked a friend of hers to sell me one...I still haven't paid for it yet, but one of these days....this seems to be the norm here, a certain amount of waiting to pay for things is OK....
I also love the food.
Today I wanted to eat meat...really, 'where's the beef'...I actually said it aloud to myself as I walked down the street. Eldest would have DIED of embarrassment, but fortunately for her, she wasn't there.
When I say I wanted to eat meat....I WANTED to...
So...I went down to the market and picked up six little sausages, made by the lovely butcher lady, or one of her compatriots, and then I got some alloli...(take a lot of garlic, peel it, mince it, put it in a mortar with olive oil and pound it until it is a smooth emulsion like mayonnaise, but WAY WAY WAY better) Please note I bought mine...it is apparently easy to make, but, well, at 1 Euro a pot..I am not too motivated.
I got home, fried up my sausages, sliced open a fresh crusty baguette from today, slathered it in alloli, sliced in some soft ripe bursting-with-flavour tomatoes, dropped the sizzling hot sausages in and had the best lunch I've had in a while...so good, and I had such a craving on, I didn't take a picture...I thought of as I walked home, and again as I was half way through it, but it was so good, I couldn't resist continuing to stuff the garlicy, tomato-y, crispy, soft, gooey, salty, slightly greasy mess into my face.
It was SOOOOO good.
Remind me of this when I whine, m'kay?