The wife brought me along for a ride to her home country- Spain. I am the passenger*. We went to a friend’s wedding. The reception was at the picturesque Son Marroig in Mallorca (remember?). The sunset and mountain photos are from the terrace and patio where we dined.
The aperitivos are best described as nouvelle cuisine (perhaps as a nod to Ferran Adrià) and included: shot glasses of liquified foie gras, small seafood hamburger patties (like a ceviche), breaded sopresata meatballs, tuna tataki bites with peanut butter (?), and small Thai-chicken kebobs with peanut sauce. The food was fun and stylish. They also serverd the always popular jamon iberico. The dinner was a four-course sit-down meal and the food was as lovely as the views (not to mention the bride).
The next day we watched Spain beat Germany in the European Cup Championship (1-0). Spain outplayed Germany moreso than the score indicates, but whatever, a win is a win. Directly below is a video of Cati and her family watching a shot-on-goal by Fernando Torres early in the game (he missed). Imagine how they reacted when Spain actually scored, eh?
We went out after the game to celebrate, and we weren’t alone. Horns were blaring, fireworks exploding, and people were partying in the streets, literally. We were having a drink on a not-too-crowded street in Palma, when the two or three cars waiting at the traffic light erupted into an impromptu celebration. Then the light turned green, so they got in their cars and drove on to the next red-light party, I guess. Have a look:
Here’s the goal that gave so much cause to celebrate. Note the fair and impartial sports reporting [wink]:
I think Mallorca was particularly pleased to see Germany lose since the island is practically a German colony in the summers with all the tourists.
We proceeded to relax (and eat) for the rest of the trip.
I read David McCullough’s “John Adams”. What an amazing book about an amazing man and his contemporaries. Happy belated 4th of July, all.
*If I am going to use a Trainspotting spoonerism as the title of my post, who better for the music than Iggy Pop? Cool little video too.