A whole lotta donkey talk.

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Tuesday, May 2, 2006

Time for another long weekend break (Friday to Tuesday). This time to visit Caroline and Gunnar in Jubrique. A small village in the mountains of Andalucia, where they are building a new home for themselves.

Caroline and Gunnar's project and new life in Spain

The white village of Jubrique itself, and the mountains surrounding it is quite gorgeous. And the peaceful property Caroline and Gunnar have found themselves just outside the village has some stunning views. Easily a place I can see myself waking up and having fresh bread and orange juice (or a beer to two) on the terrace. Beats heading into the office every morning for sure.

They have been down in Jubrique since November 2004, and although the house isn't finished yet (almost though), I must say I am heavily impressed. They have practically done everything themselves, and never having built a house before, I am sure that must take a lot of balls to do. Me being a city slicker would surely have been lost of my first day setting out to fulfill such an adventurous project. I probably wouldn't even have been able to open the sheep fence gate to get onto the property in the first place. Something I actually found out one groggy morning when we were heading into the village for breakfast. I actually managed to open the gate, but after Caroline and Gunnar drove through the gate in their car, I forgot to walk through myself, and actually locked myself inside. "This ain't no place for a city slicker" I heard Gunnar laughing. I wanted to remind him about how he survived for about five minutes in Madrid back in February, before someone stole his wallet on the Metro from the airport into the city. Madrid ain't no place for a campesino ;-). Anyway, being a village of sheep, goats, mules and donkeys, I had my share of different gates to struggle with. I failed miserably according to Caroline. I believe you need an IQ of about 20 to open a door (something I have managed to learn myself over the years after a lot of struggle), but how much does it actually take to open a donkey gate? No, life ain't easy for a city slicker.

It ends up being a wonderful weekend. The weather is nothing but sunshine. We go hiking to neighborhood villages, we drink a lot of beer and booze, we party with Gunnar's cool parents as well as the locals, we talk about donkeys and mules (as you do down there) and I keep hiding in Oso's dog house every time they need some help with the house building. Nah, that's a lie. No way they would let a city slicker even close. Just sit still and drink your beer boy.

Thanks for a great stay Caroline and Gunnar!!! I'll pop by very soon again, if I can get through the gate that is...
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