I set my alarm for 6.30 am to watch the slow reddening of the sky as the sun once again plays with our visual senses. This morning a few whispery clouds excited even more of our senses as it then slid between steeple and dome, the storks flapping their wings and soaring high s though showing their delight of yet another stupendous performance. Hundreds of different birds, mostly tiny ones do their falling, flapping and floating dance above the huge square below, a huge display. I’ve purchased two more tickets for tomorrow
A walk out into the country side began our morning, high up in a hill looking over the city a good chance for me to start using my poles again and swinging my arms and shoulders like most people do. We passed locals returning from Sunday mass combining religious duties along side physical ones. Joggers of all ages, older people taking their dogs for a walk, cyclists and a few cars all using the cool of the morning to mostly exercise. It was downhill all the way home except for the last 500 metres through the old city.
Then back to the palace to once again have daily conversations with the gentle, entertaining and knowledgeable three young men on the desk (only one on each shift). Todays topic was the wonderful acoustics of the Gothic churches, whose specially curved and finely structured ceilings provide for the clearest sounds. The young man today was a music teacher, who also informed me that the Flamenco singing busker who I mentioned in an earlier post has one a host of awards across the country, he was superb.
