Another week has gone by and we are a little closer to our trip to Holland. I have now got to the empty-suitcase-on-top-of-the-bed stage and have started a 'don't-forget' list.
I have not received any mail this week. (Is the postman on holiday?) That is strange as it is my hubby's birthday today and we were expecting at least a few birthday cards. So the cards I am showing you today are cards that i have sent through Postcrossing.
The first one is for a girl in Germany who likes (and collects) images of flying pigs. Well, I have no cards of flying pigs but this Piglet looks like he is flying so that will have to do. And it's a bit chrismassy too.
This card is going to France to a Postcrossing member who asked for Christmas cards. He mentioned that he was a Christian believer so I felt I could send him a card with a Christian message. My friend Rhona Marshall MBE is involved in an orfanage in Kamuli, Uganda called Maria's Care. I bought some cards off her a few years ago and I had one left. The children on the card are children from the orphanage.
Our post mistress now has new stamps in regularly and this is one of the new ones I got. It features a bridge in Cantabria (in the north of Spain) called Puente de la Maza. The white bit where the bridge should be is cut out so I had to be extra careful not to rip the stamp as it was only held together by the flimsy side strips.
So, what have I been doing this week that made me smile? As I am in the process of packing my case and sorting out clothes so that everything can get washed, I found these booties with a fur rim. I hardly wore them as I have to wear my trousers inside the boot because of the fur. And somehow they made me look even shorter than I already am! I was just about to throw them out (Sorry, Elisabeth will have a fit when she reads this) when I had an idea to recycle them (OK Elisabeth, you can breathe again). With a stitch cutter I carefully removed the fur, and the result is an almost new pair of boots! Big smile!
The other day, when my hubby and I were walking home through the village, we walked past the 'traiteur'. I don't know the English word. It is a shop that sells meals. If you don't want to cook, you get a meal there. (In this part of Spain, you can't buy ready-meals in the supermarket). Our traiteur is called Inma. She does catering but also has this shop. The meals are different every day.
We walked past her window and saw all the yummy things on display. So we went in and bought something we would not normally cook at home.
Yes, caracoles! Snails! These are little ones cooked in a spicy sauce.
They are not like the French escargots, but much smaller. I love them. You often get them as tapas, but most English don't like them.
On the walk home we also came past the municipal Christmas tree. I don't know if the gate around it is to prevent dogs peeing on the lights or what...
We've had some really lovely weather until today (today is raining), so we have had our meals on the terrace. This is the little table we use and we sit in the sun and enjoy the meal, the view and the sun. Life is good.
And of course, we have had some spectacular sunsets. (No Valerie, I don't do sun rises)
Have a lovely weekend, and a very good week ahead.
And don't get too stressed with your Christmas preparations.