1995 3 Months NYC A Jewel Eivissa Tree Abuse ECO Black Friday Bocadillo Danger! Estofado Sangria Rave Cannibis Camino Viejo Neutrinos Weather Roosters JCS The PM Plongeé Smila Customs O. J. Verdict 1995 Eivissa (Ibiza): Fish Monger A Roar MacWorld Padinkos Bye E, Hello GC Gran Canaria Where A Tour How Food Yumbo Las Palmas Playa 1995 Gran Canaria: Potpourri Norteños More Food Irishmen Heading Home USA With Dad Back at Home
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1995 Eivissa (Ibiza): Estofado y Fanta limón
Wednesday 20 Sept 1995
It's early morning at the café and I've just finished having caffè con leche with Daniel and Mika, the mother of Mayra's friend Levin (shown at left). Even though the morning is well underway not one of the regulars is awake and here. The sky is its usual clear and beep blue. I'm considering taking a stroll to the port town of Portinatx (pronounced "port in atch"), which seems to be 3 or 4 kilometers away according to the map, but over some hills....
The locals, the Ibicenco, are awake and at Fernandito's. I can only somewhat follow their discussions of local events in Catalan. World issues get short shrift here, a common perspective of island dwellers. There's half-enthusiastic discussion of the PP, the Party Popular de Eiyissa y Formentera, and overwhelming condemnation of the French decision to continue nuclear testing. Across the street the trash collector (shown at right) sweeps up the plaza with his wheel-barrow-esque trash can caddy.
The walk is postponed due to a variety of time-nibbling errands. It's now the early afternoon, and I'm back at Fernandito's. Lunch was estofado (stew) and Fanta limón. Shraddha just arrived with Djamal (shown at left). She had two friends in tow, both had babies of their own. (I hear what I recognise as Dutch from a neighboring table.) Mayra is done with school and just arrived to wreak havoc on the rest of us. I've been informed that after the ladies are done with lunch we'll all go Benirràs, the local beach, about 6 kilometers away. A New York expatriate came by to say that the story about Apple's flaming 5300s was in yesterday's Herald Tribune - the English-language daily that I don't read because (1) this little town doesn't get the Trib and (2) at $2 per day it's an expensive habit. (All in all, when travelling I prefer to read the local paper.) It seems that Apple stock fell 20 per cent as result of this manufacturing debacle.
The Apple-brand NiCad battery pack specially designed for Newton, which supply more voltage than smaller commercial AA cells, give me about three hours of continuous use. (I wonder if causing Grafitti to check it's window position and not draw all the scribble animation if it's obscured would cause things to happen at faster pace.)
It's much later in the evening. We've just returned from a restaurant in Cala Llonga (just south of Sta. Eulalia) - the Sol d'en Serra. It belongs to Barry, a long-time friend of Daniel's (shown at right). It was curry night, but not what I think of as curry. Rather than the solid ethnic food I've had in my past, this was a fancified version of the Indian staple. The restaurant overlooks a wonderful beach - I'd love to visit it in the daytime.
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