Ive just been invited to a tomato throwing contest in Spain…wanna come?
Brunol in Spain, a days ride away, South East Spain, you climb a greased pole to retrive a ham, throw toms, bathe in the river and drink until you fall over.
Ive said yes and given a deposit in faith.
Could be fun.
Ive found life so ordinary since Ive come home, seeing friends was the highlight and worth coming home for , but what else is there?
You all drive on the wrong side of the road, the weather is dispicable, the alcohol is tasteless, theres no decent beer or Jeigermeisters…
I like my house, I like my family and I like my friends.
Not sure there is anything else though. We have such a reserved and non commital life over here…I KNOW me saying non commital!!!
But we do, there are excuses for not living when over in Europe there are no excuses for an early night, no excuses for saying no, no excuses for non performance to promises.
We hesitate to say yes for fear of what we may be expected to do or that it may be more than we imagine it could be. Over in Europe they expect something to bring an enlightenment, a little of something new, an unexpected turn and then relish it because tomorrow is another daythat today doesnt plan for.
How easy has it been for me to fall into the old routine- very!
How dissappointed am I that I have? Very.
And why? Because of me… but also a little becuase of our Britishness.
Going to jump and say yes first, going to throw a tomato, going to see where it leads.
Hope its not a Heinz 57 soup!
Hi Jolyon - nice to see you back, but any chance of helping paint the gable ends and garage block before you go on travels? ha ha! see you at the weekend? David