To coin an oft-used (but not normally by me) expression, the earth most definitely shifted for me last night.
You may (or may not) be pleased to hear that we were not harmed in the 5.2 earthquake that struck the Murcia region last night, with its epicentre in historic Lorca. But at just 50km due south of us, though, the shock waves were enough for my large and heavy range cooker to wander around my kitchen (the range ranged?) and to cause a number of plaster cracks; also to make us feel as though we were momentarily adrift on a loud and rumbling ocean swell.
A mere drop in said ocean, however, when we observed the rubble and mayhem created in Lorca itself. A beautiful and quaint old town, overlooked by its guardian castle crouching above, we have enjoyed many a visit there and so cannot reconcile the vivid news pictures of rubble-filled streets with the museum-lined routes we have traversed in the little tourist road train. A tragedy, and our hearts go out to all affected.
We calmed our jangling nerves after the shock by attending a party thrown by our dear friends Avril and Iain, whose daughters Laura and Seonaid (pronounced ‘Shona’, for anyone else out there as stupid as me) and grandson Arden are currently visiting for the celebration of a combined 100 years of birthday.
A small yet potent party, given that all the hosts and three of the guests hail from Scotland and it has to be said that the Scottish do know how to throw a party.
A fabulous table of epicurean delight was enjoyed by all, followed by the rather peculiar Spanish habit of washing it all down while at the same time showering in red wine…
Drinking from the porrón:
I can’t even post the picture of my attempt at it, which Gill fairly accurately described as the “road kill” look, for fear of disturbing those of delicate sensibilities.
Then on to a very Scottish peculiarity of trying to open bottles of cava with a sword (I kid you not) for which success elicited whoops and howls that even drew raised eyebrows from Spanish neighbours (YES!!!) and only really ended in tears when Seonaid, instead of cutting the top off cleanly from her bottle, managed to explode the whole thing. Don’t mess with her.
And some terribly cool dancing:
OK, I lied.
Again, my thanks to Gill for the brilliant action photos of the sword trick. I wish I had your shutter speeds….