One Week In Capestang

It’s hard to believe I’ve been here a week already. It’s another spectacular day, sunny and breezy, which is why I decided to wash sheets. It’s taking all my ingenuity to figure out where to hang them, since I don’t have a dryer.  I’ve now cleaned off the tops of all the doors so I can drape them over, and every window in the house is open for the  breeze.

Doing without a dryer forces one to plan laundry around the weather. At home I’d be doing it on a gloomy day, but here I’m reliant on the sun.

Another Sunday market has rolled around. The paella man and the chicken man are in their usual spots, but the butcher’s a no-show.

Lovely bottles of grapeseed and olive oil glisten in the dappled sunlight, and those cute little melons say, “Buy me!” (I did.)

There’s so much to write about, and I can’t decide what to share next. Plus it’s too nice to be inside, so I’m going to take my book and notebook and hang out in the town square. More later.