Laura, our Spanish flat mate, kindly invited us to her gaff on Sunday; she lives out in the countryside on a farm so we thought it would be a good chance to kick back and enjoy rustic Spain. After being out on a heavy one the night before, big bro Joe, his novia Laura, Ciara and I were all extremely hung over (some maybe a little worse than others, hehe) but we all made it out the door and hit the road with lots of enthusiasm (albeit carrying copious amounts of bottled water, donning sunglasses and wearing the previous night’s outfit).
Laura took us on a tour through her home town which boasted delights such as a 1 and a half million euro tree, a Japanese garden and an amusingly pitiful fort. Stepping out the car we were hit with a wall of baking heat - it’s so much cooler in the city centre - so we all sat round a table under a veranda with Laura’s adorable abuela and had some liquid refreshment. Laura’s mam then brought out rounds of typical Spanish food; olives, bread, chorizo and then the big daddy - a huge paella topped with the word ERASMUS written in peppers - it was a real show stopper.
We had a little nose around Laura’s home which was pretty hilarious because of the hundreds of pictures of her as a child, particularly funny were the ones of her in full flamenco-dress. There were also a lot of amazing pictures of her dad riding horses; we found out that he’s a really skilled rider and has about 15 horses - so we went to meet them…
The horses were all absolutely beautiful and seeing them rekindled my love (/fear) for them. Laura also showed us her cows and her lemons (hahah, she has an orchard).
And then Laura’s dad allowed us to ride one of his horses!! It was a gorgeous, lively 4 year old but it was pretty huge and therefore I got the fear. My excitement to get back on a horse, after 3 years, trounced my fear though and I hopped on and clip-clopped around and now I really want to do some more riding. Hopefully I’ll get the chance when I’m back in England.
After a spot of tea we decided to go into town, to Laura’s other house, to eat cake. We spent a fair while picking out the right cakes (a banana one, a strawberry one, a chocolate one, and a custard one) and ate them in the other house, which was filled with more hilarious photos of Laura.
Feeling thoroughly worn out and ready for city-life (i.e. a McDonalds and a shower) we went home. It was great to see a different aspect of Spanish life and it was so nice of Laura’s family to make us feel so welcome.