The Hardy Wench

The next day after a relatively relaxed morning, Nuria and I headed to Valencia once again, this time to meet some friends Nereyda and Aureli, who live a little outside Valencia in a small town called La Valle D’Uxo. Yet another lunch awaited, this time in an Italian restaurant. Nereyda was also a friend from university who also became an English teacher. We enjoyed a lunch of Pasta and Lasagne, with much chatter and laughter. I then said goodbye to Isabel and Nuria and went back with Nereyda and Aureli to La Valle. At some point in the late afternoon my phone showed an alert for high winds in the area and advising not to go out. The Moroccan meal we had organized with Nereyda’s students had to be cancelled and supplies brought in, in case we were unable to go out the following day. The supermarket was goi,ng to be closed for the day and everyone was advised to stay at home. So we ate (again!) at home and stayed up talking late into the night!

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