After being reliably informed on Wednesday that this was the worst Spanish winter since the 1950s, today, Friday, February 17th turned out to be a blistering hot day. Too hot to sit out in the square as my sunglasses were in the flat and an hour or so over a tapas and freshly squeezed orange juice was enough for me. I retreated to my welcome cool lounge with the balcony windows open. There were different people sitting at different restaurants/ tapas bars during the day. Farola Square is a very popular destination with its Andalusian tiered buildings.
This post was to be about Tatiana, the smiling waitress from Ecuador who serves us coffee and breakfast each morning in the café at the top of the road. I did try to capture a photograph of Tatiana on her own but there was so much messing about – she tends to put rude hand signs up when she is posing for a photograph – so I couldn’t show you the photographs I took of her. This photograph was taken by someone else she had enlisted and I am holding her hands to stop her fingers signalling rude words.
The whole episode caused much hilarity and sorry to Elaine and Terese who were watching my battle to hold the exuberant Tatiana down so we get at best, side views of them. The others are David and Diane.
Tatiana is from Ecuador and one year ago, so the others tell me, had no English. Her English is excellent now although the translation for a very small roll, half size, has gone beyond all of us and I have given up. Today I had something else, a long pastry like a fluted finger. A tub of honey is delivered to the table. Squirt some honey on to your plate, dip the finger of pastry in the honey and it’s a delicious combination.
The café is popular, and I am told in the season there are queues along the street. It is a family run concern save for one other and Tatiana.
Who could help but smile when this small dynamite of a woman weaves in and out the tables, clearing as she goes, taking orders from newcomers and all completed with a smile that reaches deep into her soul. She is one very warm happy woman who keeps up with the banter from the customers and has such patience with newcomers like myself who really don’t know what they want.
She would lift your spirits on the dullest of days and works hard with a permanent beaming smile on her face.
La Farola restaurant, in the square which is my temporary abode, has been closed since before Christmas. The owner wanted to spend time with his children and to play golf. Perfectly understandable. The food is reputed to be excellent so I am looking forward to them opening in the next week or so. There has been activity over the past week or so with staff in and out, probably cleaning. There’s another Spanish restaurant to my left as I come out my building and they are open in the morning, you can have a drink later in the day but they don’t serve food until 8 pm. The next restaurant is more of a tapas bar and Elaina the waitress begins work early, around 8 am as the restaurant is busy with breakfasts. They have square tables that seat four and green plastic chairs to sit on. Elaina starts clearing tables and chairs away around 2 pm. The restaurant next door to that has purple chairs and they serve more substantial meals and serve a bit later. Then next going around clockwise is La Farola which is opening soon and beyond that a couple of doors further along Simon runs a tapas bar and specialises in paella. His chairs are white with pink seat cushions.
You will understand why I have yet to turn the cooker on in this flat.