Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder


Back in the states. So difficult. The political climate is suffocating. How I long for the quiet days in (La Figuera). The (Priorat) is simply one of the most unique places on earth, and even the Pacific Northwest can't compete with magic. Portland was just ranked #2 by a national bike mag as the best city to ride, but the Priorat is slated to become a (Unesco World Heritage) site. It's all about depth, appreciation for what's come before, what the future can be. PDX is about hipsters, groove, and being cool. That, mingled with the pleased provincialism, nourished by incessant rain, and capped off by packaging history in million dollar "public art", and mama gets crazy.Enough rant.Dreams of my finca keep it real
The practical aspects of realizing a dream make for interesting explorations. Primary issue: water. We have been doing a great deal of research on water catchment,(water wise gardening), and water consumption. We currently live in an environment where water flows freely, and people pay little to no attention to its conservation. Rain came down in torrents yesterday and the water falling from the roof of our workplace alone would have been enough to fill a sizable deposit on the finca for use in a vegetable garden. When you become aware of water, because you have little to none at your fingertips, interesting possibilities reveal themselves. Like (aquaponics), not a new concept, but new to me. Brushing my teeth has become a new experience, showering a luxury, washing clothes a study in reuse. The challenge of using sustainable resources, not as buzz, but rather as reality, has been enervating. Stop with the individual bottles of water, people. Oops, near rant :)

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Priorat in May


It's hard to believe it's my third trip to the Priorat this year. The dream of a year round life seems possible. Came back to see the <(finca)> plowed up, and wept as I rounded the corner in my Smart car. So beautiful! Definition to the terraces, the landscape, the trees.The next step is smoothing it all out, and begin the process of cleaning all the existing olives and planting new. Our crop this year may be down, but within a couple of years we are back to what the neighbors and those in the know say is an amazing yield.
The 4th annual <(Tast amb Llop)> was amazing. Cristina and Waldo outdid themselves.The Spanish TV personality,<(El Gran Wyoming)> ,was the star attraction, playing classic rock tunes to a crowd that included village inhabitants and foreigners from all parts of Europe, there to taste some of the best wines in the world, including Clos Figueres and Mogador, Alvaro Plalacios, René Barbier, and, my favorite,<(Sao del Coster)>. . After a day of helping Pep Figueres set up tents, and then being ticket collector with Marta at the entrance, I was left stupefied by the unfolding events. Something about El Gran Wyoming singing Dylan's "Like a Rolling Stone" in the town center of Gratallops brought me to tears. By midnight I got myself back in to the Smart and headed back over the mountain home to La Figuera, missing out on Waldo's wild boar dinner, and ongoing festivities until 6 a.m. I am told. What a poop!
And then the rains. Pity we don't have our rainwater catchment system in place. Two days to stay inside and work, preparing pieces for Lincoln Center in June. Yesterday I ventured out for a walk in the countryside, only to find the <(vines)> and poppies even more beautiful after a healthy drink
I am left wondering why bother to paint? Nature herself is doing a fine job.
Off to Reus today, with Cristina. Girls day out, to Zahra for Violet's b'day presents!