Biking & Baking in Las Alpujarras

Another lovely morning in the Alpujarras...still cool at 09.00 because the sun has not yet reached the terrace, still quiet because the village doesn't get going for another hour or so.  A good time to dead-head the geraniums, sweep up leaves and generally potter about.  Steve is somewhere up in the mountains with a French friend, probably having a close look at La Alcazaba and keeping away from Las Siete Lagunas now that the summer walking season truly has arrived.  Too many people!

On Sunday we had some friends round for a tapas and a glass of wine.  11 of my tangueros pals from Granada came over (Linda! Que camino! Las curvas! Como puedes conducir aqui?) and with another dozen or so from this area, we had quite a party.  Fabby food...serrano ham and parmigiano rolls, ratatouille, almond cake, French apple tart...a fabulous Granadino sangria...and eventually some tango...and everyone spoke Spanish almost the whole  time!  At last, a shift from the ubiquituous English to the native tongue.  And we are still eating the remains of the puddings...

I intend to break out the c90 today, to go to the market, two wheels being easier to park than four.  It's looking sad and dusty, so it will get a good clean and polish first, using a minimum of water as we are on a banda (hosepipe ban) following such a dry Spring.  Everything is planned around that Murray/Tsonga Wimbledon semi-final this afternoon, which I think Murray will win...but then probably lose in the Final.  Without Rafa Nadal, the tournament is less exciting, but there is Serena Williams, the tigress of the tennis court to watch.  Chances are, I'll doze off after 1 set and miss everything!  Come on, Tim!!