This week’s blog is mainly about an entire lamb roasted over wood, and the usual cycling and walking pictures.
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Life in a Spanish small town. A man in Jijona, watching the world go by:
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Morning light, Calle Britannia:
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One of “my” kitties, waiting for me:
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And the wait is not in vain:
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On Sunday we drove to Benidorm to attend our friend Iñaki’s birthday party. It always has the format of a pool party, given that we are talking mid-July. In previous years the main dish has been a huge paella, but this time a different sight greeted me on arrival:
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I continued to follow the preparation of the lamb. Roasting an entire carcass in this manner requires lots of attention and adjustments:
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Inspection crew:
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Taste test:
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For reasons I did not fully understand, the already fatty lamb was brushed with melted butter:
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Further adjustments:
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Almost ready:
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Now it is ready:
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Off the rack, removing the ties:
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The autopsy begins:
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The lamb was tasty enough, but frankly I prefer my oven-roasted leg of lamb with garlic and rosemary. But clearly, the preparation of this meal was more photogenic:
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Meanwhile, there was a party going on. Here is Elio, our Argentine friend:
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Salvatore and his big cigar:
The remaining photos are from a bicycle ride to Aigües and Busot.
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Dark clouds but no rain on this occasion:
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A group of the other kind of bikers were visiting Aigües:
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I cycled on to Busot, and this time I decided to add a bit more climbing to the ride by going up the hill where the town’s cemetery is located:
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As is often the case in this part of Spain, Busot’s cemetary is on a hill above the town:
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The entrance:
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The graves, all very tidy and well kept:
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In context:
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And finally, the view from the cemetery of the surrounding countryside:
