Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Windows, doors and details- Zugarramurdi, Spain
We recently visited the tiny village of Zugarramurdi in Northern Navarra on a drippy Saturday afternoon. The village is famous for its caves where pagans secretly practiced rituals in the Middle Ages, and the horrific witch trials that occurred there during the Spanish Inquisition. An air of magic still remains in the winding streets with traditional Basque whitewashed houses and green and red shuttered windows. I'm not often drawn to making scenic photographs, but something about the wetness of the day and the colors and textures captured me.
Monday, April 23, 2012
Chicken coop- Zugarramurdi, Spain
I think this is the most original, awesome chicken coop I've ever seen.
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Rainy Days
We're going on our third full week of rainy days here in Navarra (Spain). For me this has meant lots of time doing homey things like baking cookies and making hand sewn dolls for Julen's second birthday, which is right around the corner. My little guy is changing so fast- already putting sentences together in 3 languages and wanting to explore the world more and more. These inside days can be a challenge, that's for sure, as we struggle to find ways to create and have fun. Soon these endless games of peekaboo will turn to running in the sunshine. Very soon.
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Cooking Session
What a great weekend we had. Lots of time in nature and celebrating the coming of Spring. A cooking date with our friends Miro and Hanne (in exchange for some babysitting time. Yes!) A beautiful bike ride without the bambino. Life is sweet.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Monday, February 27, 2012
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
In Praise of Good Neighbors
A month or so ago when I asked my neighbor in Berkeley, Dave Warren, about bread baking advice, he not only organized a hands-on lesson in his kitchen, but sent me back with a precious jar of sourdough starter to smuggle onto my flight back to Spain. The jar, I must say, got not just a little bit of neglect upon our arrival to Barcelona and then to Fernando's village, before we made it home to Pamplona a week after leaving California. After all, we had a jet-lagged baby to deal with, and visits to friends and family, and lots and lots of unpacking to do.
Once I finally got to that little jar I hoped and prayed and begged the universe with each feeding to revive it, and that I hadn't completely killed Dave's wonderful gift and good intentions. And so last night, after watching it grow little by little, I decided to take the plunge and bake a loaf. I followed Dave's careful instructions as best as I could. I didn't have the right pan or half the things that are helpful for a baker to have on hand, but the loaf came out. Not perfect, but quite tasty. I think it's been a good beginning.
Once I finally got to that little jar I hoped and prayed and begged the universe with each feeding to revive it, and that I hadn't completely killed Dave's wonderful gift and good intentions. And so last night, after watching it grow little by little, I decided to take the plunge and bake a loaf. I followed Dave's careful instructions as best as I could. I didn't have the right pan or half the things that are helpful for a baker to have on hand, but the loaf came out. Not perfect, but quite tasty. I think it's been a good beginning.
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