Feeling Homesick
I've been feeling homesick since yesterday! It all started when I was cleaning the house and decided to put on a favourite CD of folk music by Kate Rusby which reminded me of friends with whom I used to perform music in Rowhedge. It got worse when I tried to phone my daughters but they weren't home. I was desperate to hear their voices and was gutted to have missed them. Unfortunately, I couldn't to try later because some friends came round.
Yes, I've finally had people around for socialising in my house! New friends Jenny and Terry came round for a tour of the house and drinks on the terrace. We had a lovely chat and they were very complimentary about the house. I worry, only God knows why, about what others will think of the house so it was comforting to hear them both exclaiming what a nice place I've got. After a couple glasses of very nice Rioja, we wandered down the hill to 'Rio de Oro' for a meal. We had Gambas al Pil-Pil (prawns sauteed in olive oil, garlic and flakes of dried chili), a plate of Jamon Serrano (Spanish dry-cured ham) and Morcilla (Spanish black pudding). The morcilla was gorgeous and seemed more like a good haggis than black pudding.
We were halfway through our meal when a chap I'd met walked past our table (we were dining outside). His name is Richard and, in addition to being a university lecturer, examines spoken English at language academies. He's been in Alcala for a week and we met at the bar while I was working. Anyway, Richard joined us for a drink and then accompanied us back to my house where we carried on quaffing Rioja until way too late!
It really was a lovely evening, and I am very pleased to be making new friends, but it set me to thinking about all the dear people I left behind in Rowhedge. When my guests finally left, I went on the internet to check emails and found that my mate Christian was on line so messaged him, blubbering about missing friends and saying that my heart was still in Rowhedge. Of course, in the morning I was better (save for a slightly thick head!) and laughed at myself for being so daft.
Just over three weeks until my precious daughters come to Spain! I'm so excited to see them again and am looking forward to a fabulous time with them! Of course, the first week of holidays when Clare, Anny, Frank and Richard join us will be brilliant! My friend Helen has also invited us round to hers one day to go swimming. I'm looking forward to it as I've not yet seen her house and I'm very intrigued! Also Isidro, my boss at the bar, has invited me and the girls to his house in the country for what he promises will be 'a special day that my daughters will never forget'!
I need to get to sleep as I'm intending a late morning visit to Sagrada Familia, the college that has offered me a job, to ask some more questions about my role so I can decide whether or not to accept or decline. I'll keep you posted!
Goodnight!
- Posted by bobinspain on 27/06/2007.
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