Saturday at the Huerta

Maravilla and Dante, dirty, but having fun! Jose Daniel, playing shy, he won all of our hearts over. How cute is it to hear a 2 year old speak another language.

Maria Angeles and Carmen preparing the salads al fresco.

Here in our pueblo everyone who is anyone has a town home and a country home. The country home is called La Huerta, because it consists of land and orchards and gardens, where they grow lots of fresh food.

The country is actually only a 5-10 minute walk out of town, but because the summers are so hot, and airconditioning is not a standard here, the Spanish spend there weekends and mostly the entire summer at the huerta home.

We were finally asked to spend the day at some friends of ours' huerta. We were very excited and feel like we have passed another rite of passage.

They asked what we wanted to eat. I told them how much I adore conejo (rabbit) and so it was decided that we would eat arroz (rice). In my ignorant American understanding, I understood that to mean white rice. I should have known that here in Spain when you speak of Arroz, you are actually meaning a paella. Even better, we adore paella, espicially with rabbit!

The property had a good sized stream running through it so the kids had a blast. Stripping down to "the nuddies" as Dante calls it. Bella was followed all day by boys her age, and I sat back and did nothing.