|I rented a car in Lisbon to drive to Zaragoza, Spain. It's a long trip and Ziggy fell asleep in the back seat. Driving through Spain, Ziggy woke up when I hit a bump in the road. Not only did she complain about me waking her up, she was complaining that she was hungry so I stopped off at a convience store. I told her to hurry up. I don't think she heard me cause she was in the store for some 20 minutes.
She came out of the store with a big bag of something I don't know and hopped into the back seat. But I'll tell you this! I was in a hurry to get back on the road so I didn't care. I drove for about an hour before I heard what I thought was thunder.
|I rolled my window down and looked up at the sky but it was clear as clear as could be. I thought maybe someone was blowing something up. But the sounds of short sporatic booms weren't fading and weren't getting any louder as we drove. They seemed so close and that confused me.
All of a sudden, I thought I was going to pass out. "My Lord! What is that odor?" I thought to myself. It was bad. Very, very bad. So bad in fact that I had to pull over and get out of the car. I looked in the back seat and there was Ziggy sound asleep with all these little opened cans of refried beans laying around her. Well, that explained the booms and the odor. I woke her up and gave a big what for and she just went back to sleep.
We finally got to Zaragoza. It was beautiful. Ziggy hung her head out the window and started singing. I told her to get back in the car that she already sang her tunes 200 miles back thank you very much.
Zaragoza is at the point in the Valley of Ebro, Spains most water bearing river. The Valley of Embro has impressive landscape laced with villages, very old traditions and popular customs. Zaragoza is one of the most monumental towns in Spain having been founded 2000 years ago.
Of course, Ziggy was hungry again, but so was I. We stopped off at this small restaurant hotel to eat and spend the night. It was almost like the bed and breakfast places we have all over the States. I asked for the house specialty dish of Zaragoza and I got it. Ziggy said she wanted some more refried beans and I said absolutely not. I told her that beans and her and me didn't get along so well. No sense in bringing strangers into the mix. We want to leave these fine people with a good impression I told her. She was a bit disappointed, but soon got over it because we really got into this wonderful dinner. They gave us the recipe. Here it is.
2 - 1/4 lb lean pork
4 oz cured ham
9 oz fat bacon (ask your butcher)
1 clove garlic
1 hard-boiled egg
2 tbsp olive oil
1 tsp pimento
Cut the pork, bacon and ham into small dice and place in a frying pan. Sprinkle with the paprika and then the oil. Chop the garlic, onion and the peeled and seeded tomato, and add to the meat. Season, then add half a cup of water and cook, covered, over a gentle heat until the meat is tender. Garnish with chopped hard cooked egg before serving.
After that dinner, we went to our room and crashed. And man did we sleep well. The next morning, we discussed either going to Paris first or Cairo, Egypt. Hmmm. "Paris, France and The Eiffel Tower first!" Ziggy meowed. And she ran out beating me to the car to go to the airport. In the process, she broke the handle on her little suitcase. I took her toothbrush, her brush, and a tooth she had saved as a souvenir from the goat who took us to the airport when we were in Scotland and put them in my backpack. I can't believe she also had some left-over Haggis in her suitcase too. The haggis and the suitcase went into the trash. Of all the nerve.
Tomorrow, we arrive in Paris, France. I lose Ziggy. I can't find her anywhere. I had a picture and showed it around to some one hundred people before a policeman recognized her photo. Wait til you hear what happened! We certainly won't be going back to France anytime soon!