Turning Thirty in Thirty Degree Temperature

What a wonderful birthday. I woke up about two hours before K and had my green tea (brought all the way from Brussels in the fear of not being able to nab any) all by myself while staring out the window at the most stunning of views. While I was watching the birds, a little sheep popped its head out to say hello, and a cat wandered by on its way to some sort of evil excursion. Who could ask for a better start to their birthday? When I finally roused K from his slumbers I was a little hungry and opted for a fresh fig from the field below, and some slices of the 10 kilo (!!!) watermelon that I picked up yesterday.

We set off not long after breakfast to check out a weekly market that was in a town a drive away. I was surprised with the abundance of cheaply made clothes and the scarcity of food stuff. We did eventually, after fighting off some taffeta dresses and beating back some attacking plastic shoes, find some amazingly inexpensive fruit and veg. We grabbed some beautiful looking beans at a stall where I was spoken dramatically and emphatically to by a woman who wanted so badly for me to understand her. But, I could do nothing more than look ignorantly into her eyes and plead for her forgiveness.

After the market we headed straight for the coast and stopped for lunch. The menu was limited for me, but that didn't stop me from enjoying some roasted veg. After a trundle on the sea shore, which was surprisingly vacant for an Italian seaside, we found our way to my birthday gelato. I was so excited to see the THREE different soy flavours that were at my picking. What a luxury. I admit to sampling every one of those suckers and loving them all - vanilla, coffee and chocolate. Fantastic.


K's cooking something for dinner....great I am sure, but still in the works. He has polenta, dried mushrooms, white wine and all of those beans!!! Who knows what will be in store for this now-30 year old vegan.