Thursday, July 11, 2013

FIRST OF THE BRIT ENCLAVE


Because of the heat during the day, it’s easy to slip into Spanish time—late getting up, a siesta between 1 and 5 when everything is closed, and dinner after 9:30. We got up late this morning and went into downtown Orgiva for the Thursday market—the produce was good, but many stalls sold cheap African and Chinese junk (including genuine Spanish fans!). We tried to buy a roast chicken but all were spoken for. 
We returned home to swim au naturel in the pool, maneuvering around the overgrown plumbago bush, ripe with blue flowers that matched the water, and disturbing Nick’s froggy buddies who live under it.

In the early evening, we walked out the mountain road beyond Nick’s place; it leads to the next village, Bayacas. On the way back, Nick wanted to visit an old friend, Rita. We met Rita and her friend Nikki coming down the road amid a flurry of barking dogs—there are plenty of strays around, but most locals have dogs because of frequent break-ins. One such intruder stole Nick’s solar panels; another broke into the house, showered, switched clothes, and spent the night next door in a neighbor’s yurt. Sweet, generous Rita and sharp-as-a-button (that’s a Nick phrase, meaning, I suppose, smart and attractive) Nikki invited us to share a pasta dinner in their lovely home. Rita rents out rooms, the entire place, and a teepee, and I can’t imagine who wouldn’t want to spend time in this serene, star-filled valley: Mountain Eco-Farm.  

When we came back from Rita’s, there was a dinner invite for Saturday night under a rock on the patio table from another neighbor, Brenda, she of the “borrowed” yurt.
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