Up late with the rest of the slackers--Ron made spectacular omelets from “our” eggs—Nick is
fascinated by the rooster and chickens his caretaker keeps—especially the
rooster, which he refers to endlessly as his cock. He’s just so British.
There’s no other excuse for it.
Nick
took us to a village up in the mountains, where, in his memory, there is a
rebellious, free, old-fashioned hippie enclave he greatly admires, and a pretty
scenic spot just beyond. Ron and I both got an extremely heavy case of bad
vibes—we definitely did not want to go into that village, especially since
we’re dressed like middle-aged, middle-class American tourists, cameras and
all, and the people we’ve met on the road were not particularly friendly. We
looked like we were on assignment to capture the natives for National
Geographic. An argument ensued, nobody won, and I stepped in someone’s outdoor
toilet. Enclave, my foot.
Mercifully,
we left, and drove way up the mountains into the national park to walk and hang
out--prickly bushes, biting ants, gorgeous, gorgeous views. We came down and
shopped in tourist shops in the villages below--Ron and Nick scored, I did
not—I fell in love with rugs and pottery, none of which was portable.
Late as
usual, we managed to break a bottle of wine just as we headed out the door to
Brenda’s. We cleaned up the glass a bit and left a puddle on the floor
(surprise! When we came home, it had been completely absorbed—those Spanish
floors are thirsty, an they do love their wine.)
We were
met with an enthusiastic group of folks who—according to Aussie Dave, who left
relatively early with serene Di—often party like it’s 1999. Ainsley was a total
charmer, though I didn’t get much chance to talk to him or Claire; goofy, funny
Andy left early; also in attendance: Nick’s caretaker, the ruggedly yummy
Helinick (so named as to not confuse him with “our” Nick; “heli” because he was
a helicopter pilot). Also in attendance for far longer than was necessary, an
attractive but increasingly drunk woman, dubbed “la Boracha”, who insulted
everybody, one by one. She was entertaining, I’ll give her that. Rita and Nikki
showed up later, and the party was still rolling into the wee hours. Brenda’s
property is beautiful, and blessed with a plant I had never seen the likes of,
a plain-looking leafy bush that only gave off its divine fragrance after
sunset: though I don’t remember the exact words, it was rightfully named
something like “beauty of the night”.
Check
out the video: https://vimeo.com/70760985
Well just fantastic to see you in Orgiva with Nick and Ron. Would love to have joined the party looks like you had a wild time ! Lovely to see all the photos and your film - everything is amazingly overgrown - especially the pool. Glad to hear Pinky and Perky the froggies are still in residence ! Made me so want to be back in Spain - its a very special place in the Alpujarras.
ReplyDeleteCarry on Cock ! Ask Nick to translate .....more British seaside humour....Vee xxx