Wednesday, July 09, 2008


I'd like to tell you about the apartment where we stay in Catalunya.

It's not a holiday flat with a sea view or something you'd buy on a Sunday afternoon at the Reebok stadium.

It's called a *piso*. In Catalan this means you can look out of the back and the front.

In Manchester I live in a non piso flat. I can see the garden/car park through my window, but I have to go through the front door before I see the parade of students in the street.

The piso is in a street above a shop and you look out the window to see other flats above other shops. Here's a pic of the daily routine when the vans are loaded up for the scheduled jobs.

It’s not a quiet life.

If you turn right at the front door It's a 5 min walk to the beach and the beautiful bay.

If you turn left it’s the hills and the Sardinian warblers.

Best of all it's on the edge of the 'Parc Natural'.

It’s about 45 minutes from France - note the flags, they are Catalan too.....

.... so there's always lots of French and Germans around but the Brits only arrive in significant numbers during August when I'll be back in Manchester.

Unfortunately my Catalan isn’t improving.

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Blogger MJ said...

Wow! A holiday posting!

When I see vans loading boxes in my neighbourhood, it means they're stealing tvs.

5:46 pm  
Blogger CyberPete said...

Deseo un bruschella con queso y muy vino por favor.

Que tal?

Tengo un bolso amarillo y cinco llaves.

Hope everythings great down there. Your view out the back looks lovely and certainly makes up for the busy street.

5:46 pm  
Blogger MJ said...

CyberPoof: You should see a doctor about that jaundiced bag of yours.

5:48 pm  
Blogger garfer said...

Looks awright to me. If I were you I'd get pisod as a newt on cheap hooch.

7:08 pm  
Blogger Betty said...

Wish I was there. Here the skies are relentlessly dark grey and it has been raining all day long, and I had to wear a coat to go outside.

*kicks nearest wall*

7:23 pm  
Blogger Roses said...

I'm working on the pisod part after a long and very grey day.

I have stopped sulking that you've fecked of to a sunnier part of the world, where the food, drink and wildlife are more interesting than here.


7:40 pm  
Blogger Geoff said...

I got soaking wet trousers tonight. That promenade looks very inviting.

8:24 pm  
Blogger Mopsa said...

Ooh - Kaz, could you bring back that bird sign for me? I'm always worried someone might tread on my birds.

9:54 pm  
Anonymous 'Shot said...

Yes, yes, but what about the food?

3:14 am  
Blogger KAZ said...

I have to admit that my life is one long holiday.

I bet these lot are stealing the U bends or copper piping.

Queso manchego?

I'm impressed - How many languages do you speak?

Jaundiced bag?
Don't geddit.

Awright? But you don't approve of abroad.
I think I can just about manage the newt bit.

The UK weather summary for last month said that the South was sunny but the North was wet and cloudy.
So you are now getting your share.

You can always pop over here and kick my wall if you like.

Get out there on the pisod and you'll see some excellent wildlife.

Your secret's safe with me.
I think they modelled it on Blackpool.

Sorry but I like to travel light - especially now Ryanair charge for every extra kilo.
But I bet you could paint your own..

Don't mention food -I think it was last night's calamares.

7:40 am  
Blogger ziggi said...

Your Catalan isn't improving what?

Still it's not all bad, the rain means that sports' day is cancelled and the kids can get even more bonkers being confined to barracks - ho hum

10:57 am  
Blogger tony said...

Jeeze ! It Was Pissing Down Here Last Night!
Can You Speak Spanish? I gather Catalan is an all together different ballgame.

1:21 pm  
Anonymous Arabella said...

It looks lovely. And noisy vans mean the delivery of something fresh and probably edible, so, yes, I could put up with that!

3:47 pm  
Blogger KAZ said...

... my communication with the locals.

Show the evil little horrors a DVD.

I speak neither. And my English isn't all that good.

Catalan is strange - a bit Spanish and a bit French - but not really much like either.

It is - there's a bit of everything.

Unfortunately those nubile guys are taking stuff away to use for the day's jobs.

But there's an excellent local market for all things edible.

5:35 pm  
Blogger CyberPete said...

Manchego? que es esto?


I am really really abysmal at Spanish.

I know English, Danish (obviously being Danish and all), some German and a little Spanish and even less French. Actually my French is only what I've picked up here and there, never took any French classes.

6:01 pm  
Blogger CyberPete said...

FYI the only reason the bag was amarillo was because I know three colours, yellow, red and white.

6:02 pm  
Blogger Dave said...

I do so hope you are enjoying life as much as I am.

10:04 am  
Blogger I, like the view, still said...


what gorgeous views. . .



I'm very glad the sun seems to be shining for you and hope you're having a wonderful time!

(ps Crunchies on tap now today chez moi (unless you're going with zigz on the chocolate covered elephant chunk instead); didn't even know it was Friday, blasted ECT)


10:04 am  
Blogger Murph said...

I wouldn't mind a morning bruschella at a sunny pavement cafe before wandering down to the bay for a paddle and then back up to the parc natural for some pleasant duck chasing.

What an idyllic life you lead Kaz.

11:28 am  
Blogger KAZ said...

Manchego is a Spanish cheese from sheep. Ewes to be precise.
It's delicious and is what you always get if you ask for a cheese sandwich.

Most English people are rubbish at languages because we expect everyone to speak English.
Well - all the Americans and Canadians do and most of the Scandinavians and Dutch.

Pete 2:
Well yes - that's clear as mud on a foggy day.

Enjoyment comes from within doesn't it?

End of philosophy lesson.

Yes - it's Crunchie day ALL DAY.

(Ignores totally tasteless duck chasing comment)

Idyllic yes - but I always miss Manchester after a fortnight.

4:10 pm  

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