I’m quite certain this will not be the last time I use lyrics from a musical as a title…consider this fair warning. With the family coming over for lunch on this Wednesday afternoon, my host mom found it appropriate to prepare the best of the best. Gazpacho and Paella were on the menu today and I think I’m going to need to be rolled to my classes for the rest of the week. As they say here in Spain, “Ay, Madre!”
Gazpacho
If I tried to write down the recipe, it would include a few handfuls of this, a dash here, a pinch there, cook on low until it smells right. Recreation would be next to impossible. It was very delicious and lunch conversation consisted of me explaining how I don’t really do anything to celebrate Christmas in my family.
Paella
My one and only fellow Jew here, Anna, found a poster for a Kol Nidre service that’s happening in the next week. I wrote down the information and went on a bit of a search to find out that this museum will be having some sort of something on Saturday. While the Sinagoga Santa Maria la Blanca sounded like the ounce of Judaism I’ve been craving, you won’t be finding any Jews at this so-called Kol Nidre service. When the nun at the museum mentioned this to me, she continued to explain that there would be music and we could sing Sim Shalom together. Leaving the church/synagogue/museum, my new sista-friend wished me a Shana Tova, immediately bringing a smile to my face.
So this Saturday night, think of me as I party with the nuns.
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