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1995 Eivissa (Ibiza): Bocadillo del Casa Sunday 17 Sept 1995 This weekend has been a heady mix of domestic life and island life. We started Saturday morning by tidying up the house, having breakfast, and making it into town in time for the first meeting of this semester's Flamenco dance class for the town's children, which Mayra wanted to attend. It was great fun to watch; the mothers encouraging their kids, the teacher - a man named Geoffrey - stomping all over the floor, playing guitar, and singing. By the end of class, two of the mothers were considering joining the class. After class, Daniel and I closed up shop and met Shraddha, Mayra, and Djamal at Fernandito's for lunch. There I had my favorite: a 1995 Eivissa (Ibiza): Bocadillo del Casa (sandwich of the house) and a Chandi (though it must be said, I prefer a bit more Fanta than beer than allowed by the local macho standard). Fernandito's bar, which he inherited from his parents, is really called the Bar Vista Allegre, but the locals never call it that. By then it was time to drive the 20 km (12 mi) to Eivissa Ciudad - which persists in being known as "Ibiza Town" in English - in order to see Mayra participate in a piano, flute, and xylophone recital. We crammed into an open street-level business while parents with video cameras and still cameras froze images of their offspring for posterity. The music wasn't bad, and the sweltering heat offset only by the occasional whafting relief of perfume or cologne. We celebrated a fine day by stopping off at a roadside restaurant just outside of San Joan de Labrita. There we had gambas en ajilo (shrimp in a very garlic broth) and Chandi. Djamal and Mayra even behaved themselves, making the dinner an extra-enjoyable affair. We rushed home from the restaurant in order to get some sleep before that night's (morning's?) end-of-tourist-season party. Sunday (today) was mostly sleeping. We returned from the party at 0700. I slept to 1300, woke up ravenous and devoured several pan con manteca de cacahuete y miel (slices of bread covered with peanut butter and honey). I then went back to sleep until 1900, when I awoke to the sound of falling rain. I had an empty house all to myself, so I sat down and enjoyed the fine cool breeze and wrote this entry. Tomorrow it's all back to business, including getting my PowerBook fixed.
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