This is the front yard of our current digs in Sanlucar. Olive tree on one side and lemon tree in bloom on the other.
The same olive tree seen from the living room window.
Here’s Pat with our handy “rolser” that we take to go to the nearby market.
I remember “bottle brush” bushes from my childhood in Los Angeles, but this tree was something new for me.
The days here in Sanlucar are rich and warm and slow. The bread is too good, the produce colorful and tasty.
And then there’s the ice cream…
Prado del Rey Part 3
As we strolled along a street in Prado del Rey, I snapped a photo of the shawl in this window. Little did I know then that it was only a preview of the inspired decorations we’d see later.
After the show, we headed down into town for some food. On the way were these nasturtiums.
But then! The yarn bombing began. First, the lampposts sported crocheted sweaters. That was amusing, but nothing unusual. However, the art flying overhead was captivating and gasp-worthy.
What a fabulous idea, to put a quilt in the sky!
Or colored spiderwebs!
Or lacy umbrellas!
As the sun set, umbrellas swung above, and we found a noisy, busy tapas bar where we enjoyed drinks and delicacies.
What a day!
Prado del Rey Part 2
Horses are big in Andalusia. None actually attended this festival day, but the fancy saddle kept their presence. Next week at the feria in Jerez, there will be many beautiful horses.
This woman caught my eye. She is my idea of a Spanish gitana, although she may be from somewhere else entirely.
The statue was on the stage during the play, but the men moved it off before the dancing began.
From the left, dancer Noelia, singer Lola, and guitarist Miguel.
And Anna added in after her dance. As yet I’m unable to post videos on this blog, so check my Facebook page for the action.