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