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rosario revisited

25 Tuesday Aug 2020

Posted by azahar in friends, sevilla, tapas, tapas bars

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bodega san jose, rosario, sevilla

I first met Rosario in the spring of 2018 when I stopped in at Bodega San José, which she has been running, first with her husband and then her children, for over 60 years. I’d been there before, but as I wanted to add it to Sevilla Tapas I did my usual photos and chat thing. And well, what a woman! I immediately got a girl crush on her and since then would stop in to say hola and listen to her stories while she held my hands in hers.

So of course I was concerned about her and the fate of the bar in the wake of Covid, and finally managed to visit there this past weekend. I wasn’t even sure if they had reopened but wanted to stop by on the off chance and ask about Rosario. And not only was the bar open but there was Rosario!

Turns out she’s been working there every day since lockdown was lifted at the end of June, making her amazing boquerones al vinagre and THAT tortilla de patatas. What a woman. She told me she turned 90 on July 14th. I said “What?? You’re 90??” And she said “Well l was born in 1930, you do the math!” 😂 And well that totally made my day, my week… just knowing that she’s okay. Icing on the cake was later when my friend remarked on how Rosario’s face totally lit up when she saw me. I mean, I saw it too but it was nice to know I hadn’t just imagined it.  ❤

meningoencephalitis

24 Monday Aug 2020

Posted by azahar in sevilla

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2020, meningoencephalitis, nile fever, sevilla, spain

Nile fever? Seriously? WTF 2020?? Yep, that’s the latest here in Sevilla and – I have read – possibly soon to spread across Spain. Fucking Nile fever caused by mosquitoes from Doñana National Park that have over-reproduced this summer due to high humidity (why are they infected? no idea). And no, these are not normal mosquitoes that tend to only come out at dusk and dawn, apparently these fuckers are out all day long. Though to be honest, haven’t seen any in the city. Yet.

At last count there were 40 cases reported with 23 people hospitalised, 8 in ICU and 2 deaths (both very elderly people). All but one of these cases originated in Coría del Río, a village about 15 kms outside of Sevilla that is located, as the name suggests, on the banks of the river Guadalquivir, which connects to Doñana on its way to the sea.

At first I thought I would have to stop my recently resumed daily river walks, mostly because, well, RIVER. Yes, the same Guadalquivir (arabic for big water – it’s a very big river, second longest in Spain) but further up. Instead I opted to buy some mosquito repellent and spritz that shit all over my arms and legs before heading out.

I mean… it’s easily between 30-35º when I’m out there early afternoon. And I’m not outside any other time. Might end up also buying one of those plug in things for the bedroom. Because I can honestly say that the only times I remember being bitten by a mosquito in Sevilla, in 27 years, has been in my bedroom.

But I mean honestly… Nile fever mosquitoes in the south, murder hornets now in the north. What’s next, a plague of locust? I probably shouldn’t even joke about that…

I just can’t…

21 Friday Aug 2020

Posted by azahar in casa azahar, change, coronavirus

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casa azahar, coronavirus, sevilla

I think I need to write this here, so then I can show it to people and they will know that I am not singling them out or judging them. That it is NOTHING PERSONAL. Rather that it is just a very real and personal thing for me. And it’s also a very difficult thing.

I know I have mentioned it here before, that I am immunocompromised due to my previous cancer and chemo, so I am high-risk for catching this thing. And when you add in my age and that I’m overweight with other health issues, well honey, if I do catch this fucker then chances are I ain’t surviving it.

Since we all got “let out” at the end of June I’ve continued to be very cautious about going out. I limit social contact to once a week (my weekly lunch!) and am careful about who I meet up with. But it turns out that not everyone is being so careful, and that is totally their right. Unfortunately it means – for me – that I just cannot risk being at close quarters with them, especially at a bar or restaurant when the masks are off.

This isn’t easy for me. I miss my friends so much. I fucking miss human contact in general. You can’t imagine how hard it is to say no to an invitation when I am aching to go out and have fun and enjoy time with someone I really like… but because they have chosen to take more risks than I can, I just can’t.

As I say, this is not a judgement on anyone. We are all living THIS FUCKING THING in the best we can. Lots of people think I am being ridiculous. And I think some people are being reckless. But in the end, it’s up to us. Our choice.

Recently I wasn’t able to meet a friend before she left to return to the UK because she had just spent time with another friend who’d flown down from Barcelona (no testing). I also won’t be able to finally meet a Twitter pal in person this weekend because he said to me… “Frankly, I’m exposed all day, everyday. I ride public transportation, work in proximity to strangers, etc. Needs must, and we get sloppy through habit.” I really appreciated their honesty.

It’s the people who don’t tell me they might be putting me at risk that I worry about.

So hey, recently doing the daily walks again, often stopping for a cold beer on the way home, and doing more quick supermarket stops than before (as opposed to only doing online shopping). All of this is risky, but it also makes me feel a bit more human. And since close contact with people is minimal, and lots of hand sanitiser is used, probably the risk is also minimal. But that is as far as I can go right now.

And so the thing is… if you’ve been travelling, or have been hanging out with untested people who have travelled here, or if you are out and about every day in contact with lots of untested people, family or friends… dammit I just can’t see you. Even though I really want to. I only ask that you don’t get mad at me. Because trust me, this is harder on me than it is for you. xx

irony

20 Thursday Aug 2020

Posted by azahar in sevilla, spain, tapas bars, tapas tours

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sevilla, tapas tours, trip advisor

Oh the irony. First of all there will be no work for me in 2020 so thanks for rubbing that in. Secondly, if this award is so exclusive then why is everyone (and l mean EVERYONE) posting it in their social media?

It’s clearly a crass and obvious way for Trip Advisor to get free publicity from everyone using their platform. They lowered my rating two years ago because l wouldn’t pay 25% commission to use their booking system. Now I’m suddenly an exclusive award winner? Fuck off.

NOT a chicken sandwich

19 Wednesday Aug 2020

Posted by azahar in casa azahar, cooking, home, homecooking

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azahars kitchen, casa az, homecooking, sevilla

So this was supposed to be a grilled chicken sandwich on crusty bread with grainy dijon and paper-thin raw sweet onion underneath, and piles of chopped romaine and salsa az on top. Never happened. Because when I opened the packet of free-range chicken breasts I’d bought on Monday (expiry date TODAY) there was a… smell. It wasn’t strong, or even particularly unpleasant. It just shouldn’t have been there. And so I got on Twitter and asked what I should do. Meanwhile I started cooking the fuckers, since I had paid for them and, you know, maybe after cooking they’d be fine?

Well can I say? I’ve never had such a response to one simple question on Twitter before. Hours later people are still replying. Who knows? I may start trending!

Bottom line, I cooked them and then tossed them. As my pal Edward pointed out, the chicken might be fine but I wouldn’t be able to enjoy it because I’d be worried about whether it was okay or not, so why go through that. And he was right. So out they went, with me slightly annoyed that I now had extra washing up and that I had wasted perfectly good seasoning and olive oil for nothing.

Had a ham sandwich instead. Actually it was the SAME sandwich, but with sliced ham instead of chicken. And it was actually really good. So the moral of the story is… well nuthin really. It’s Wednesday! What do you want?  😉

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