We left Zaragoza around 10 pm Friday night. We did not all go at the same time nor in the same car. Isabel's boyfriend, Antonio, drove Isabel, Rosa, and me to Aguarón. The next day,
Saturday, Beatriz, Jesús, the grandparents, and Kim came. Beatriz drove because she's
practicing. She recently got her driver's license. She has to have someone who can drive
accompany her and the car she uses has to have a sign with an L on it to show that she's still
learning.
On Sunday, Beatriz and her grandmother picked almonds. A little outside the pueblo almond
trees naturally grow and no one appears to own them, so anyone can take them. They brought back two bags full of them. Beatriz, the grandfather, and I shelled all of them. They have a little hand machine for cracking the hard shells and Beatriz used that while the grandfather and I took the little almonds out of their covers. We put the almonds in a pan and their shells in a plastic bag. Sometimes we would accidentally throw an almond into the bag and then we would all search for it. The whole process was quite fast. Put the whole almond under the machine and crack the shell. Take out the nut. Put it in the pan. Put the shell in the plastic bag. It did feel as though it would never end because there were a lot of almonds, but I'm sure we finished the job in record timing.
That afternoon it was just Beatriz, her grandmother, and me in the house. Beatriz was starting to make caramelized almonds with the ones we had shelled earlier. The grandmother had taught her how to make them. We all sat in the kitchen. I helped a little bit. The recipe is very simple. All you need are almonds, white sugar, and water. The part that takes the most work is stirring everything together because it takes a long time. I got to try some of the caramelized almonds right when they were finished. They were very good--crunchy and sweet and warm.
To the left: plain almonds |
The next morning (Monday) I got up earlier to watch the rest of the making of the buñuelos and rosquillas. A frying pan full of olive oil had already been set up and was boiling. Beatriz was cutting little pieces of the dough and putting them in the pan. Because there was so much oil, the dough was fried pretty quickly. I was assigned the job of cutting the little pieces of dough. I enjoyed it. The buñuelos and rosquillas quickly accumulated on the counter. We had a mountain of them. I got to try some freshly made ones, and they were delicious. A little sweet and soft and warm. I could keep eating them.
The dough for the buñuelos and rosquillas. |
Frying time. |
Beatriz. |
The tasty final product. |
When we had all finished eating it was time for presents. Rosa first gave me mine from the family. It is a fast-drying microfiber towel. She told me that many Spanish people have them and that they're very convenient because they dry quickly and are easy/light to pack. She said it'll be easy to bring back to the United States. I really like it .It's orange and comes with its own carrying case. Next I gave out my presents. The week before I had secretly bought little gifts. For Rosa I got her a copy of "The Help" in Spanish because I know she loves to read. She hasn't read it yet nor seen the movie. I'm sure she'll love it. For Beatriz I got the book "Life of Pi" in Spanish because she had seen the movie and really liked it. I also got her a bottle of blue sparkly nail polish. For Jesús I got a hat. I wasn't quite sure what to get him, but I thought a hat would be safe. For Ana, the other daughter who was there, I got a scarf, and I got another scarf for the third daughter Isabel. I gave it to her later.
The next day (Tuesday) was Christmas! The big special meal was lunch. It was us seven again and we ate just as much food as the day before. We had jumbo shrimp, soup, duck, potatoes, salad, and for dessert there was another tray full of the same treats. Everything was delicious.
That night Beatriz and I were alone with the grandparents. The grandfather talks a lot. Much of it is trivial and half the time the grandmother is telling him to be quiet. It's actually quite funny. He had been telling me for some time that all of us were going to dance on Christmas, so that night we all decided to dance. The grandparents danced together first. I wanted to take a picture of them, so I got my camera, but when Beatriz and I noticed that them dancing together would be very funny, we took a video of them instead. I took a little turn dancing with the grandfather and then I took control of the camera. Beatriz also danced with them. The grandfather said the funniest things, though I didn't understand most of it. Just the way he says things is funny. Beatriz and I couldn't stop laughing. We finally stopped when the grandfather got tired. I transferred the videos to my computer and we watched all of them. When Rosa and Jesús returned, we showed the videos to them, too. They laughed just as much.
On Wednesday things went back to normal. No more fancy wine glasses, no more fancy cloth napkins. Now the days spent in the pueblo feel pretty much the same. On Wednesday afternoon the grandmother asked me if I would like to go for a walk with her. I said yes. She walks every morning and every afternoon. Lots of good exercise. And we've been fortunate with the weather. So far it's been sunny and not too cold, though sometimes it's a bit windy. There's no white Christmas here. It only snows in northern Spain. Anyway, I went for a walk with her, and we walked on a road leading to Aguarón. It's narrow and smooth and very straight in one part. The surrounding scenery is very beautiful. The road rises and then straightens out, so that you're on a hill and can see far in one direction. On both sides of the road are vineyards. Right now they're bare because the grape season is over. Past the vineyards are hills and other fields. This afternoon we picked more almonds. She showed me some almond trees that grow next to the road. We picked the almonds right from the tree or from the ground. If we couldn't reach the almonds we took long sticks and hit the branches to make the almonds fall off. We collected a whole bag full of them. We started back to the house when it was getting dark, around 6 pm.
That night I learned a really popular Spanish card game called El Guiñote. You play it with a different set of cards. The four "suits" are gold coins, goblets, swords, and wooden clubs. There are forty cards in a deck. The object of the game is to get the most points. It takes a lot of strategy, and you have to pay attention to who has what cards all the time. I got frustrated because I didn't really know what to do. I've played the game several times now. It hasn't gotten much easier because I play with the grandparents and they are really good. They've been playing it almost all their lives. Thursday was like Wednesday. I went for a walk with the grandmother in the afternoon. It was a bit chillier because it was windy, but it was not too bad.
An example of the El Guiñote cards From top to bottom: clubs, swords, goblets, and gold coins. |
On Saturday, Beatriz and I made more caramelized almonds after the grandmother and I returned from our walk. The almonds were some of the best yet. Afterwards, Beatriz left Aguarón because she wanted to spend New Year's in Zaragoza with her boyfriend.
On Sunday night, the grandfather had to be hospitalized because he wouldn't respond when
Rosa and the grandmother tried to wake him. He wasn't very well beforehand, and they told me that something happened to his brain that night. So today, Monday, we've returned to Zaragoza to be closer to the grandfather. I don't know what his condition is right now, but I don't think he's any better.
So far I've enjoyed Christmas vacation very much. I've been able to experience a Christmas of a different culture and learn how it's celebrated. And I've also learned more about my host
family and improved my Spanish because I've been with them this entire week. I hope you all at home (or wherever you are) have had a wonderful Christmas!