Benodust: Farm life in Spain feb 19, 2014

In mid febuary the Spanish schools close for a week so everyone can go skiing. They call the holiday week, samana blanca, white week. we decided to stay close to barcelona and see some local sites. one day we went to visit an old downtown arena built in the 20's, when we arrived we realized we had gotten our wires crossed. the arena had been refurbished and turned into a mall.
another day we went to tour "Freshinet," a large, famous cava (sparkling wine) maker outside barcelona. that turned out to be far more a "marketing" tour then seeing them "make and bottle" cava tour, and we forgot to bring a camera. enough said about that day. except it was a very nice train ride.
One day we visited a sheep farm. big hit. we, and another family, took a bus an hour outside of barceliona, where a farming family shared there day with us. it was a small, organic farm. Sheep where fed and brought out to pasture, baby sheep where looked after, tractors were ridden, and horses too. chickens were tended, goats were milked and, most importantly for corrinne, dogs were played with. They had a dog that got so excited that it jumped three or four feet strait up in the air, over and over. it saw us coming from block away and just went off with the jumping. obviously corrinnes favorite. the thing would not stop jumping. they kept him on a leash because he kept freaking out the sheep. hysterical.
they where nice enough to serve a farm-house lunch which i could have done without because I was not sure what I was eating half the time. the other family pleaded vegetarian at the last minute. CB & Corrinne were hiding things under artichoke leaves on their plate. I was sitting next to the farmers wife, and the farmer who had come in from the fields for his lunch. I couldn't politely get away with not eating whatever I was eating. sometimes it sucks being the man in this family.
It was a very fun day, and we now have two goat horns on our balcony.