A Spanish New Year

We are still in Spain mainly for the birthday of Maurice’s son which is January 2nd. Because of this, we were at a New Year’s Eve party, just family, but it was nice.

One custom here that I didn’t know about was eating a grape for each chime of the clock at midnight as the new year rolls in. We each had a little bowl of twelve grapes at our plate. I discovered that the seeds had grapes which seems to be true all over Europe. Maurice, and most French that I know, eat the seeds with the grapes. I guess because I was raised on seedless grapes, I just don’t like the taste of the seeds so I took the time to remove them before midnight. You have to do a lot of chewing to get twelve grapes down in twelve gongs.

A pretty sunset on the beach in Nerja. As you can see, there isn’t white sand. It is gray, sort of rocky sand, not fine at all but, hey, it’s got the ocean coming in and I liked walking on it.

The sunset didn’t amount to much but it gave the clouds in the east a lovely glow.

Out of order, but a photo of the fireworks we could see at the Balcony of Europe. We set off some of our own. They were bought in a little house with no signs, in an ordinary neighborhood. I guess the Spanish authorities don’t want fireworks sold to amateurs either.

You can get excellent, thick hot chocolate in Spain, as you can see here.

The oranges were ripe in the trees around Nerja. Christmas decorations by Mother Nature.

Here’s to a Happy and Healthy New Year to all of you. Thanks for the good year.

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