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17 June 2017

Week 23: golf, Argentine BBQ, cycling to Agost

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A nice week that started with a barbecue to celebrate the birthday of Elio, the Argentine Master of Seared Beef. And it ended with a bicycle ride to a town I have never visited, even though it is not that far away. In-between it was the usual combination of work, lunch out with my colleagues, walking Cheeta and other everyday activities.

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I start with yet another picture of one of my golf course cats, waiting for me (or, rather, for my food) in the morning:
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On Sunday morning my wife and I played golf, and we had some spectators too:
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The last hole of the morning:
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Then it was time to go to Elio’s for his birthday party. Of course, he was busy at the BBQ with a visiting Argentine friend:
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Ribs:
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A slab of meat:
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Elio posing with that slab of meat that happens to be shaped more or less like his native Argentina:
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Elio and Assumpta have an adorable little dog, Chloe:
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Even aggressive begging is tolerated:
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After the meat orgy, it was time for the birthday cake, prepared by my wife:
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And then it was just time to relax:
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Before we drove home, I went down to the nearby beach for a brief walk. Elio and Assumpta live in what is considered the nicest part of Alicante, called Cabo de las Huertas:
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View of Playa San Juan from the Cabo:
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Rocks and water. The beach at Cabo de la Huertas is not private, but it might as well be, as it is quite secluded. Only the people who live there use it:
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A ray of sunshine at the office. Beatrice is on maternity leave, and she stopped by with 3-week old baby Marcel one day:
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A couple of dog walk pictures. First, social justice and Vivaldi outside the local Aldi supermarket:
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Art, no longer wanted:
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On Friday, we took our ex-trainee Adéla for lunch at Capricho de Raquel. She is back in the office, now working for one of the companies doing work for us. It was nice to see her again, and I always enjoy meeting my former trainees and following their careers. Incidentally, the guy next to her is our current trainee, Javier:
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Carolina with a hearty laugh:
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The rest of the images are from Saturday’s bike ride to a town called Agost. I have passed signs pointing towards the town on my bike rides many times, but never actually visited before. There is a short way and a long way to get there; the long way is about 43 km and the short way is 26 km. So I took the long way out and the short way home. The route can be seen here.

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The road CV 827, about 10 km before reaching Agost:
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Just a random ruin in the landscape near Agost:
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Agost is known for its ceramics, and there are lots of places like this on the outskirts of the town:
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Sign in English, Castellano and Valenciano. Agost is the kind of place where the local language (a cousin of Catalan) is widely spoken:
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Typical Agost street:
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Well-dressed lady:
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The entrance to the church, with a plaque celebrating its 400th anniversary:
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Religion, escape from reality–or vice versa:
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Decorating shutters in this way is very common in Spain:
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I liked the fancy street signs in the centre of Agost:
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Everything is on a smaller scale in a town like Agost. This is the town hall and police station:
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The entrance to the town hall, just like any home:
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The main waiting room in the town hall. The entrance to the police station is on the right:
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But even in Agost people donate blood; the poster basically says that blood donation never goes out of fashion:
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And then I got back on my bike and cycled home.

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