Getting Out When You Can

We have just had a bank holiday weekend celebrating Andalucia Day.  The festivities at school were marked by everything Andalucian - songs, games and food.  The girls were enthusiastic enough about the songs and the games, but struggled with the food … Olive oil and sugar sandwiches, washed down with freshly squeezed orange juice with more sugar. Needless to say, dental health is a bit of a challenge in these parts.

With the end of the orange season looming in a bumper year, the farmers are keen to pick their crops and get what they can for them.  We seized the opportunity to get out in the sunshine and spend the day on a friend’s ‘campo’ getting our hands dirty.

 

Seven people (including the girls) picked 42 crates, in just over four hours. The van was loaded-up and after a couple of runs down to the local co-op, 640 kgs of oranges were traded for the princely sum of 60 Euros, (paid in September)!!

We seem to be continually thwarted in our attempts to go skiing at the moment.  Having checked the weather forecast which looked ok, we set off early on Tuesday to get on to the slopes. (It was a local school holiday).  We picked up our passes, checked everyone had the right kit (which is a constant battle), queued patiently for the telecabin and were just about to step on when they announced the closure of all lifts due to wind gusts of 115 kph!  We slumped in a café for a couple of hours in the hope of it dying down but sadly that ended up being it for the day and all I could do was queue again for a lift pass refund.