We've arrived, to great fanfare. There was indeed snow on the ground, the villages and grapevines blanketed in a lovely white. We were greeted at (Cal-Llop) with hugs and kisses, shouts of "los americanos"! and spent the weekend drinking and laughing, culmunating in a family feast to clean out the kitchen stores before the official vacation closing. Peter Fischer, from (Chateau Revelette) arrived with his wine making partner Eric, who only spoke French, driving from Marseilles with bottles of his amazing white wine. The delightful Fredi, a Swiss wine god trapped in a Spanish man's body, from (Sao del Coster) arrived with red. And we novices from the Oregon wine country arrived with two Pinot's and a Cab from Walla Walla. The first Pinot hit the mark, the second was pummeled, and the Cab was packed by Cristina for their trip to Menorca. The feast was a glorious cacophony of French, Spanish, English, and Catalan. Music!
Our first sojourn to the finca was an adventure of snow and mud. We managed to get two thirds of the way down the dirt track off the main road, and were greeted by fallen rock. David swung the car up an incline, in the hopes of turning around in sinking mud. No such luck. He proceeded to back the car up the road, full tilt, to avoid getting stuck, until he hit a wide spot to turn around in. Cyrus and I walked behind with the shovel, our thoughts being less pressure with no passengers in the car. The air was fresh, the scent or rosemary mixed with the crispness of the snow absolutely intoxicating. We headed back to Cal Llop mud spattered but dizzy with the joy of not getting stuck.
Today we meet with our man Jeff about what's next, and then off to the finca with Pep Figueres, another builder, to get a second opinion and estimate on the casita. Stay tuned, as everyday brings "algo nuevo".
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