Just wanted you to see. it's very pretty and the water isn't too cold if you go where it's shallow and the sun has been on it. Claudia and I went on the bus (at 8am!), it's a 2hour ride. The popular part of the place is called las presillas 'cause there are about 4 natural pools, all surrounded by woods on one side and incredibly well-kept lawn on the other, with trees and a little chiringuito (where they have ice-creams, coffee, beer and bocadillos enormes), toilets and so on. It's crazy to see people coming in though, in the most proper españolito-playero fashion, though i think the sudamericanos beat us by far. They go in much larger groups and generally make more of an asentamiento colonizador type, like church excursions, brrr! But in general there were deffinite must-haves: massive tupperwares with chicken/lomo adobado, salads, la olla express, tents, games, colchonetas (for a little lake!!!??), chairs, sandias, dozens of loafs of bread, tinto de verano, sombrillas, patatillas ruffles de jamon.... the whole hupplah!
.....claudia and i lasted only about an hour surrounded by such noise, and people just end up siitng practically on top of eachother for there isn't enough room. so we went walking up the river (see photo) where the crowd thins out untill we were the only ones beside a quiet little family who slept very long siestas and a nude couple. We aren't as cool as these excursion-professionals and only had a sandwich each, a bottle of water and a towel. we had a coffee at the bar and a piece of empanada de pisto y setas in the village before getting the bus home at 18,30h. :)
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Stunning. Absolutely stunning. Menuda envidia me das. The sort of place I dream about. Magical.
While you were doing that, I was ironing sheets at Mrs. Casas'. I took Boli with me and she had a lovely afternoon, exploring every inch of the garden (did it somehow smell familiar?) and doing quite a lot of very good swimming (the basic aim of the excursion, really.) Seems to have done her a lot of good.
But imagine taking her to a place like that! She'd never want to come home. Nor would I.
We could live in a house carved out of the river bank, like Laura Ingals. Till an ox walked over the roof and its leg came right through.
She and I are packing our bags and heading for Rascafría.
Loved your description of the visitantes-playeros in all their splendour. How much it reminded me of church excursions. I hope they all had the folding table-and-four-chairs.
When Vicente and I were staying in the camping at Gandía there were families that even set up their potted plants. I suppose it must have been nice for the plants.
jessy adds: I forgot to add that closish to us there were two boys with their girlfriends and two dogs.The girls carried a bed pillow with them, climbed onto a big flat rock in the middle of the stream and sunbathed with it behind their heads, very well thought out!! ...meanwhile the boys and the dogs jumped in from the river bank, about a meter high. one of the dogs needed quite a lot of encouragement, and only swam if they held him/her? up like a little kid learning. but the other,a tan cocker spaniel like bols (hairy though, like in the good old days) jumped in all by itself and swam beautifully and climbed out very cleverly up across the stones. both, anyhow,once they were out and on the woody bit, ran around like mad, very exited and chuffed about themselves. meanwhile i was killing ants because they kept insisting on climbing onto me and they were big and rather evil.
ps: remeber how we cried and cried because in one chapter that the ingals are crossing the prairie and a river Jack goes missing and you think he must have drowned becuase he was old and tired and they wait for him untill they have to move on because he obviously isn't around???? gosh i remember we were so upset and then suddenly he catches up with them in the next chapter!!!!
i loved those books. and i never finshed the whole series... must.
Yes, as I wrote about Laura Ingals I was thinking how much you would enjoy those books now. I had forgotten that bit about Jack. How wrenching it was. Poor faithful Jack.
Bol swims very well. I helped her in in case she fell down the steps, but she's a good swimmer and of course the buoyancy compensates for the weak back legs. In her better days she'd have been in and out of the river in a very spritely way, I'm sure. She's feeling more confident these days, but all that means is that she happily throws herself head first down the stairs at Sineu. I have to make sure I'm there to catch her.
There's a very nice thing on youtube about a weekend at Presillas. It's a series of stills but I enjoyed it. (I was looking for more pictures of such a wonderful place.)
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