First two weeks in Spain: a Photo Essay

Upon arriving to the Prague airport, I was arrested by a police bear for violating the European Union code of fashionable attire.

Here we are on our warm, balmy beach vacation in the Costa del Sol! (The wind was so strong we walked hunched over against it.)

Noam says: There's nothing like spending your afternoon
by the pool, catching some Mediterranean sun.

(I agree.)

This is the most perfect omelette I've ever made, pictured here with Noam and our complementary bathrobes in the hotel living room, where we spent approximately 90% of our time.

On Christmas Eve, we joined a "Family Activity" of Gingerbread House Decorating Contest. We were the only ones present not under the age of 9 or the parents of those under 9.

Here I am with our completed Gingerbread House.
(Those 6 year olds didn't know what hit them.)

On Christmas Eve, we also played a Christmas Trivia Quiz in the bar (without buying any drinks) and won this 5-pound box of Mantecados and a bottle of wine. Needless to say, we were siked (especially since we proved that being rich and/or Christian doesn't mean you know enough to win!)

Here Noam models his disappointment with our Christmas loot, after I read the labels and discovered that out of the ~100 pieces of deliciousness, ~98 of them contained pig lard as a main ingredient.

On Christmas Day we went out for a fancy dinner at the hotel restaurant (way over-priced but yummy) and then came back and drank Cava and watched Bedknobs and Broomsticks.

Our gingerbread masterpiece post-Christmas.

Then we magically transported through the rain to beautiful sunrises in Torrox at our first farm in Spain.

A partial view from our little trailer in Torrox out around us. (Imagine the black under-exposed area in front is actually a view of magestic, centennial olive trees. )

Our first Wwoof task in Spain (as previously mentioned) was building a shit teepee, i.e. something covering our outdoor bathroom.

In search of better opportunities and bathrooms, we then left Torrox and came to Orgiva, a town in the Alpujarras. Now we are greeted by 11 of these guys every day.

A partial view of the farm in Orgiva (tons of orange and olive trees).

We celebrated the New Year and our new Wwoof farm with our German farmer and his Swedish guests. (We did not catch on fire.)

New Year's Day (Hi 2010) consisted of a road trip to Granada, where everything was closed and/or dead.

Our life since has consisted mostly of homemade bread, French cheeses, wine, (bed bug bites for me) and lots and lots of rain.



And as for tomorrow...we head off to a new farm and new hopes!