First Day

We got a lot done today. There is a woman here they call “Cloti,” which I suspect is short for “Clothilde.” Not a very Spanish name, but that is all she speaks that I know of. Cloti is a force of nature. There was a room Stef said would take days to clean out. Cloti got it done in one.

I cooked dinner, and everyone enjoyed it, although I didn’t make enough. Stef bought mozzarella instead of parmesan, so I couldn’t put cheese in the butter sauce, but that turned out to be okay because he is doesn’t eat cheese. It is hard cooking in metric when you are used to imperial. Next time I come to Spain, I may bring more equipment.

Today was also Stef’s birthday. He turned 46 today. He said it was a quiet birthday but a good one. I’m glad. He is a nice man. He deserves good things.