After doing a class survey of my ninth graders a few weeks ago, tortilla came out on top as the class’ favourite Spanish dish (I have yet to make the ‘Spanish omelette’, but it’s on my list!). The second favourite item appeared to be ‘torrijas’, which I hadn’t heard of until that day.
Semana Santa, Holy Week, is a
big huge deal in Spain (or at least in Andalucía!). I’m going to be in Turkey for the week so will unfortunately be missing the big event, but I’ve seen the buildup. People prepare all year round for this. It is taken very seriously and every parish has their own processions to prepare — some of which, my students tell me, can wind through the town for up to 11 hours. It seems to be a more solemn time than the Easter I know from home; I haven’t see any Easter bunnies here, it’s all about Jesus.
I think I might suffer from just a teeny bit of FOMO, which I’m working on curing (and which might be why when I really should be going to sleep I head out to salsa, because when will I next be living in the south of Spain where there are salsa parties seemingly every day of the week?! When will I next live right next to Portugal?! Or have access to 19€ flights to Paris?! You see my dilemma?). I love being busy, but I’m sure you all know how it is when your lack of sleep catches up with you — now I get to whine about a sore throat and a stuffy nose; it will be an early night tonight. Today has been one of those days that have me daydreaming about the next time I can possibly fit in a siesta (pronto, por favor!), preferably with this gentle melody as my soundtrack.
This is a beautiful song that stuck with me from the Argentinian film ‘Infancia clandestina’. There was a film festival in Huelva last November, and despite not being able to understand 89% of the dialogue, I was completely drawn into the movie (based on a true story) and have had the song on repeat ever since.