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Julio, Reyes & Pepe
Further to Monday’s “judge not lest ye be judged” post… I am thrilled to tell you that this one is nothing like it! And since it’s not often something like what happened the other day happens to me I thought I’d share. This actually took place on Monday while I was at Casa Morales organising the final touches for my first Sevilla Sherry Tasting of the year. I went there with Peter to try out a couple of pairings and Reyes was there, so she joined us. Then Pepe, the owner of La Fresquita, stopped by to say hello, and Julio Revilla also stopped by but also ended up joining us.
I first met Julio many years ago at an event where we ended up sitting together at the same table, so we got to know each other a bit. At the time he was the president of the Concorcio del Jabugo but these days he has returned to “simply” producing some of the best jamón and other Ibérico de Bellota products in the world, Sierra Mayor, which includes a Guiness record breaking jamón that sold for 12,000 euros. But I digress.
Last night I fell asleep to the sound of rain falling on the patio roof, something I’d not experienced for several months, and thought about how nice it is to listen to the rain when you’re all dry and cosy inside, especially when all tucked up in bed with a couple of cats. Then I thought about the wildfires that had been raging in the Málaga mountains since last Wednesday and hoped that these couple of rainy days would help put them out.
Woke up this morning to the wonderful news that the fires were now under control and sent the above tweet from bed… a few minutes later it dawned on me that IT’S NOT MONDAY, IT’S TUESDAY. Oops. So I corrected myself in a follow up tweet but not before getting a few “you need coffee!” type of replies. Which was true of course, but it’s equally true that I often don’t know what day it is any more. Whatever! It’s a happy day. And I’m extra happy because I am doing my first sherry tasting of the year this afternoon. So Happy Tuesday everyone! 🙂
Since I already splashed out on new towels this summer I was going to try and hold out until the January sales for new sheets, until I realised that’s what I said last summer, and also this past January. Anyhow, I reckon every five years is a reasonable amount of time between purchases, especially as my present sheets have no more elastic left and are a bit tattered thanks to cats. I don’t know why I always feel I have to justify these things but, especially now, having been out of work for the past eighteen months, it seems almost frivolous. Though sleeping in sad worn out sheets (or drying off after a shower with thin hard towels) also takes a toll of sorts, so what the heck. Got new sheets today!