Feria

This weekend, is our 'fair' weekend. The funfair has come to town, and there are street stalls along the high street. They seem to be the same stalls each time, perfect if you wish to buy a handbag or scarf. There are other things too, but as it is such a small village, I guess we can't expect too much.

Opening night was on Friday, and we saw the human towers, and traditional dancing. The opening ceremony and resulting fair is a tradition that goes back some 300 years, so it is nice that it still goes on. So many towns in the UK have lost their annual carnivals, due to lack of enthusiasm.

Having looked around on Friday, on Saturday I stayed in, when Ed popped into town. However, I wasn't too suprised to get a phone call a little later... I'll come and get you. He had encountered our 'gang' of bikers, and they all waited in the same spot, while he came and got me! We had a lovely evening walking around and meeting everyone. I didn't know it was possible to spend 3 hours walking down 2 streets and a carpark! Evidently, it was the night to be seen out, and everyone seemed to know everyone else. I even found myself offering stawberry flavoured turron to the local policeman (known as 'actionman'), but he claimed to be watching his figure. (I think most of the women in the town watch it too).

I had my winter jacket on, and Paco laughed and asked if I was cold, no... because I'm wearing my winter jacket! Sylvia spent most of the night linking her arm through mine. It was just like going out with my mum! Brilliant night out - just need to learn more Valenciano.

Another Sunday, Another Matinal

This morning rose cool and misty, but as on the previous Sunday's we met our 5 Spanish friends at 8:30!

This week's matinal was very local, at Alcudia de Crespins, only about 8 miles away. Thankfully, the leader decided to take the 'scenic route' so we had a nice bimble through the countryside. Well, we would have, if it wasn't for the fog! I guess one of the problems of living in a moutainous area, is that you sometimes get stuck in the clouds!

As we passed through a few villages, and through the back lanes to Xativa, we all experienced that wonderous loss of vision that winter riding brings to bikers! In the end, I rode with my visor up, but when I could actually feel water running down my face I guessed that I was going to look like a panda, with mascara down my cheeks!

As we neared Xativa, Julien and I had lost the other 3 bikes, so we pulled over and waited for them. Paco soon arrived, and after a wait, Paco2 and Ed came into view. We were about to set off again, when I realised that Paco2 was stopping, and getting off his bike. I shouted at Julien to wait and watched in astonishment as Paco leapt off his bike, looking terrible. I wasn't sure if he was going to be sick, have a heart attack, or kill his wife - whatever he was shouting in Valenciano made no sence to me at all! However, a drink of water and a lot of guesturing, and he seemed to be better.

We set off again, but as we entered Xativa, we somehow lost them again (within about 1 mile). After going back, we gave up and went to the matinal. When we arrived, they were already there. Ed said, that during the ride there, Paco2 had gone slower and slower, and, after stopping, simply took the quickest way to the meeting. Once he had had something to eat, he felt (and looked) much better. Poor chap.

This was one of the biggest meeting I have been to so far. Certainly, there were over 1,000 people there. I think we were lucky to get there early enough to find somewhere we could sit together and eat our breakfast. This one appeared to be sponsored by coke-a-cola. There were free soft drinks, and many of the prizes were cola promotions. There were shopping bags, t-shirts, colouring pencils, trousers... all sorts. There was also a nice helmet and jacket, and 3 ham's! It must take ages for the clubs to pull these wonderful prizes together, and we just turn up and pay our 8€.

Sadly, I forgot my camera this time, but lots of people took photos. If I find any on the web, I'll post them later.

Matinal

Today, we have been to another 'matinal' with some locals. This is a morning bike meeting.

Once again, for just 8€, we got a t-shirt, a gift (Ed got an umbrella - not much use on a bike!), drinks, breakfast cob and entry to the raffle. This is evidently the format for these, which is incredible successful.

After breakfast, as we left our table, I spotted a 50€ note on the floor. I quickly picked it up and showed it to Ed. It had fallen out of his pocket, as he bought a 1€ ONCE lottery ticket. Maybe it was a sign of good luck - I will check the ticket later!

Although the day was cold to start with, it soon warmed up. The free anis liqueur with breakfast warming our insides as well! This time, there was more luck for one of us; someone won a helmet in the raffle.

On the way back home, the leader of the group suddenly swerved off a roundabout into a small side road, and very quickly pulled off his glasses, helmet and bandana... 'una vespa' (a wasp) one of the others helped him pull his jacket off, but there was no sign of it now! It had walked across the top of his brow, just as he approached the roundabout. Every motorcyclists nightmare!

Hummingbird Hawk Moth

I don't normally like moths, but this one is a little unusual.

We first encountered these in Javea, where they were hovering, drinking nectar from the bourganvilla flowers. They can even fly backwards, hence their name.

Although moths, they are often active in daylight. This one was bit lazy though, allowing John to pick it up...

Hiccy Burp Day 2

It was happy birthday time for John this month.

Having sampled life in Spain for 18 months, and returned to England, John has celebrated his birthday with a holiday in the sun. One week with us and another in Cuidad Quesada.

Thankfully, while he was here, he helped with the felling and chopping up of the trees. For his birthday, I baked him a yummy cherry crumble cake (good recipe Mum) and we celebrated with a 'menu de casa' at the Baraccas restaurant near us.

There were these two tree fellers...

In front of the house, rather too close, are two huge pine trees. They have caused us great concern for quite some time, but everyone kept telling us that there is a huge fine payable if you chop them down without permission - up to €2,000. Nearby, someone was threated with a denuncia when spotted by a passing Guadia Civil car.

Talking to one neighbour, he said it was ok to chop them down, as long as your neibours agreed - which he did (as he wanted to take lots of his down too). However, another neighbour said that we had to get permission.

After some soul searching, Ed went to the local council with a friend that speaks fluent spanish. They weren't interested at all, and told them to go to the police (in the same building now). They tried, but the police weren't interested either, and told them to contact the Forrestal. Next day, we heard that as long as the trees are in your own garden, and you have paid for them, then, since they are yours, you can do what you like with them!

No further time to waste... Ed has spent the last few days chopping down trees, logging them, and digging out roots. The front of the house looks totally different. Wonderful. Once the brash has been burnt (next week) we will really see the benefit. John has helped too, which is great, because some of the tree trunks were too wide for me to pick up! The poor little digger had to work hard too!

Hiccy Burp Day

It was Tim's birthday at the end of September, so we celebrated with a meal in Frankie and Benny's followed by drink in a pub, then on to a nightclub. Out of 18 people, I was the only one over 30 - though I denied it of course, claiming to be 25 (yet again).

Although we had booked a table in advance, the service was quite slow, but the waiter we had was quite funny. One of the lads had his 16" pizza delivered, rolled it up, and started to eat it, there was then a flurry of challenges, as everyone wondered if he could finish it, before the last meal had been delivered to our table... he did!

It was lovely to see the familiar faces, as well as a couple of new ones. I was treated as one of them, not the mother keeping an eye out! I even got dragged into some in depth car-talk, which was quite funny.

Tim was given a birthday cake (baked by Nanny) in the restaurant, with the waiters all singing Happy Birthday to him, and presenting him with balloons. (Rapidly followed by helium induced conversations.)

We even went to the only nightclub in Uttoxeter, which was as dire as it always has been. The funniest part, was that there were several people dressed in 80's clothes, so it really did seem like I was 25 again!

Poor Tim. I had lost count of the shots he had drunk in the restaurant, so I wasn't too suprised to hear that he didn't get up until 3pm the next day!