New Year in the Priorat

Going to the den of wolves to ring in the new year. Prepare for 2010, because twill be the year. We fly on Wednesday, December 30, and arrive at(Cal Llop) for New Years Eve. (Eating grapes) with our Priorat family . And hopefully finding a home of our own, a townhouse we can hang our shingle on, a place to work, invite friends and family, leave treasures secured. My goal: next New Year in the Priorat as denizens. Stay tuned!

What will the new year bring?

Our scheduled month in Gratallops, as guardians of the hotel, has been waylaid. Truly distressing. Cristina sent photos of the snowfall in the Priorat, a blanket of beauty.
I have been dreaming of the church bells and the birds singing outside the window of Cal Llop. And now I am trying to reconcile myself to the fact that I am stuck in the misery that is Portland, Oregon, because of possible work for David. Sad, to be tethered to a place who's usefulness has worn off. Will I ever get to where I long for?
We had hoped to at least rendezvous for a couple of weeks at Cal Llop, to ring in the new year, but I fear I have incurred the wrath of Cristina by not coming for the month. Who knows.
Today is Christmas Eve, the first holiday without any of the kids. Weird. I won't do this again, not here. Next Christmas, Spain.