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Driving Over Lemons: An Optimist in Andalucía Driving Over Lemons: An Optimist in Andalucía by Chris Stewart
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“Alzò per un momento lo sguardo verso di noi, poi si produsse in quel gioco di prestigio che sin dalla notte dei tempi ha fatto sì che il genere umano prendesse in simpatia la capra, emettendo contemporaneamente un rutto e una scoreggia.”
Chris Stewart, Driving Over Lemons: An Optimist in Andalucía
“There was no stopping us now. We had running water, a heater, a cooker and a road. We were fast becoming slaves again to all the things we had come to this benighted spot to flee.”
Chris Stewart, Driving Over Lemons: An Optimist in Spain
“L'idea delle pecore predatrici che si nascondevano di giorno negli angoli più inaccessibili delle colline per riversarsi di notte come orde assire sulle file di ortaggi degli agricoltori della vallata era piuttosto singolare.”
Chris Stewart, Driving Over Lemons: An Optimist in Andalucía
“Now is the waning of the August moon – just the time for cutting eucalyptus beams. Cut them at any other time, apart perhaps from the waning of the January moon, and they’ll rot. Juan Salquero owns that eucalyptus grove down the river there. I’ll”
Chris Stewart, Driving Over Lemons: An Optimist in Spain
“Strong food in these parts is chickens’ heads, ham fat, pig’s blood pudding, raw peppers and garlic, chumbos (prickly pear), stale bread and wine. A great deal of manly merit accrues from the eating of strong food and the merit increases the earlier it is taken in the day. Thus a man who can stomach a burnt chicken’s head and a hot pepper with a hunk of stale country bread and wash it down with a couple of glasses of costa – and do so with relish at breakfast – is a man to be reckoned with.”
Chris Stewart, Driving Over Lemons: An Optimist in Spain
“left Granada behind and climbed over the pass of Suspiro del Moro, the Moor’s sigh, where the last Muslim king had turned to weep as he was exiled forever from his beloved city. Little wonder.”
Chris Stewart, Driving Over Lemons: An Optimist in Spain