My cousin Michael knows how to do this blog thing. He lives in Thailand, a bonafide expatriate (weird word), as opposed to the wannabes we appear to be.
(ten minutes of peace)
Not much is happening at C'an Do, as we wait out the permit process. We know that the well permit is in the hopper, as our friends at Besó Paella, in Gratallops, were prepared to dig a well last month, as they seemed to have an inside scoop with the authorities in Falset. Being the practical impracticals that we are, the papers in hand seem crucial before plunking down thousands upon thousands of euros for liquid gold.
So we wait, while Jeff Greensmith does the leg work. Our hope is to be there in the next few months to hear the grinding of the equipment working its way towards the aquafir.
In the meantime, we drink Montsant wines, which have skyrocketed in price, and read unsettling articles in The Economist about wine speculators. On the one hand it makes you glad you have a slice of heaven. On the other you know the comodification will suck the soul out of the place. Money makes men mad!
(the economist)
