Tuesday night Ika and I were invited to have dinner at house of 2 Spanish ladies we met a couple of weeks ago. Lupe and Amparo are 2 older ladies from Valencia who own and beautiful house in Umalas and been coming here for the last 13 years. We arrived at 6.30pm, myself with a bottle of Spanish wine and were treated to some wonderful gaspacho, the vegetable soup served chilled. Its fantastic. Lupe made it with tomatoes, celery, onion, garlic, olive oil, salt, paprika and other ingredients. She then used a blender to create the consistency. I had 2 bowls although Ika took a few sips.
For main course we had grilled fish and rice with vegetables. I must say I get a really strong sense of how these ladies live and appreciate healthy food. The house the ladies own is like a dream house. It a 2-storey Mediterranean style place with a huge open lounge area next to the pool, which is done with natural rock bottom instead of those God awful white tiles. The whole effect is a very pleasant place to relax. They also have some huge palm and banana trees on the property provide shape and shade.
Amparo gave us a lift home and told me she was the first foreigner in Umalas all those years ago. The place was like a little island, she said, because it is surrounded by 2 rivers. Now she frets about her foreign neighbor who throws rocks over the wall.
Times change but these 2 ladies do not need to change, they are cool to start with.
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Gazpacho, with a z, por favor.
Hey, Nick!
I hadn’t read your blog today yet, and it was already 16:47 (that is, 4:47 PM), which is quite unusual. I always do it before breakfast or at the latest when a few minutes before work, at around 8:30 AM.
Anyhow, I thought, I’m going to ask Nick what are the prospects for someone who speaks Spanish (mother language), Portuguese, English, besides managing German, being sickly interested about everything related to Indonesian culture, and is an Architect/Urban Planner (USC-LA), to do in Bali or some other part of Indonesia. Then I thought to myself: Nah, nobody would care about speaking Spanish in Bali… weird idea of mine.
Then, I openned your blog, and there you were talking about these lovely Spanish ladies. Wow! Am I, besides, a mind-reader?
So, the question is laid. Would you give me a hint, Nick?
Best regards,
Hermann
G’Day Nick,
Seems like a couple of nice ladies. Damn neighbours are shitheads though. I mean, how rude and thoughtless can some people be.