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Chronicles of deconfine. 2. Fennel cream We are already in Phase 1. This means that we can move around the city to buy what we need —in Phase 0 we could only buy in places close to the home. This allowed me to get fennel, a plant whose leaves are used in infusion - it is detoxifying and diuretic - but we use it at home to make cream. The recipe is simple, but very tasty if you like this flavor, because it is very special. The ingredients are fennel bulbs, onion, leek, soy sauce, salt and pepper. The trick is to prepare a good “sofrito” (I don’t find traslation), cutting the onion and leek finely and frying them in olive oil or butter (with the final flavor that you prefer). It must be done over low fire and very slowly. When the onion begins to be translucent, add the fennel cut into small pieces and continue frying for a few minutes. Then add the water and, when it boils, a little salt and a little pepper. When the fennel is tender a mixer is passed and everything is finely crushed. The salt is tested, a little soy sauce is added and it is verified that it is neither too light nor too thick. To serve it you can add a little of milk or cream to cook and a few pieces of fried bread to accompany. I love it.

Chronicles of deconfine 1. This is slow. Too slow. Government have begun to deconfine us (a new word that I am still learning) and we can already leave home. A few days ago, very early in the morning, I took the nordic walking poles and walked with my wife to the beach. We had spent many days watching the sea and the sky in the distance, how they changed colors with the clouds, the sun or the rain. So when we could, we went down to the beach. We didn't put our feet inside, because the water was cold and no one even knows if COVI19 lives in the salt water. But the sea was calm and it was a pleasure to see it near.

Today I'm tired I like being home, but today I’m tired. I’m lookin at sea again. I’m thinking and asking me, for how long time I’ll have to wait for have a trip. I’ve see the same sea in France, in Italy and, one time, I saw sunsets in Turkey. Always the same and always different. As me, as all of we. My wife and me thought go to Veneto or Tuscany this spring, and this year is celebrated in Gent the Van Eyck’s Year (Jan Van Eyck is one of mi favorites flemish painters), who knows if we could have gone too to Belgium. Difficult, but not impossible. I remember last year, in september, after a walk in a raining day, a coffee with a waffle in Brugge, near the beguinage. It was the last time I was there. For this today I’m tired. Psychologically tired. Outside are the spring, the see, the mountains, the cities, the art. But also friends and, specially, part of my family. And I could not leave home.

Confinement Journal. One Time goes by. My little cat is a big cat now. I'm a little older The world is confused and most people are worried, but she (my cat) remains indifferent. Eat, drink, sleep and play. At some point she plays with our dog, but tries to anger her. A cat is a cat and a dog is a dog, too different. My cat generally ignores me ... except if I'm working on some of my calligraphy, then she comes and sets foot on the paper, or plays with the brushes, or touches everything on the table. Then I get mad and invite her out, and she looks at me calmly and walks out with dignity. Then I spend my confinement: with my family, the cat, the dog, my books, my guitar, my calligraphy. If I look from the terrace, in the distance, very far, I see the Mediterranean Sea. This afternoon it is raining. I would like to know how long we will be locked up.

I´m back I’m back. A lot of time has passed. My cat has grown and it has stopped being a kitten. I am simply a little older, although not wiser. Today I proposed myself to return to study English, slowly, only at times. I return to watch videos, read adapted tales for my level, maybe speak with people I know. I return to write little compositions, waiting for kind corrections. And, of course, I will also correct peers who write in Spanish. Tanks.

11 dicembre 2019

I like to cook I like to cook. I am not a good cook, but a mediocre one, but I like to cook. Cooking for me but, above all, cooking for my family because, as Montaigne said, "More important than what we eat is who we eat it with." Many things can be done alone, but eating alone - by obligation - I think is one of the saddest things in our life. Go shopping at some traditional markets; prepare food, even if they are simple dishes; eat in the dining room whit cold weather, or on the terrace, watching the sea in the distance in summer. They are ways to enjoy life and share that enjoyment with the people I love. That is cooking. I will keep informing.

To live near the sea I live near the Mediterranean sea. Now, when time is warm my wife and I use to go to the beach early in the morning to take a bath. I don’t like crowds, so I prefer go to the beach weekdays (not weekends) before 9:00 a.m. or after 7:00 p.m. I don’t swim to much, but I walk a lot with my feet into the water while I sunbathe. One of my preferred activities is “play dead” (“hacerme el muerto”). Lying on my back, with arms and legs extended, absolutely still, the gentle waves sway me, while I hear the sea inside me (my ears are also under the water). When we have finished, we come back walking home.

Deseo aprender italiano Quiero aprender italiano y sé que la mejor manera es hablándolo. A cambio, puedes practicar tu español conmigo.

Intercambio lingüístico Hello, I’m learning English and I would like to find people who want to practice Spanish.

Now, I’ve a cat. Now, I’ve a cat, a little cat. I never liked pets. I like birds, foxes, butterflies… all wild animals, but in the nature, free. As well, some domestic animals —cows, chickens, pigs… — if they are in the country, or in the corral where they can move freely. And, of course, some animals that help humans —horses, shepherd dogs and specially guide dogs— but usually I don’t like pets. And now my wife and mi younger daughter have brought a little cat to home. It’s a lovely kitten. It’s grey whit dark strips on the legs, with blue eyes, intelligent and a little bad. Sometimes it sleep on my legs, while I’m reading or I’m watching TV. Now is near to me, in its basket, while I’m trying write this composition. Well, there are people who thing that is impossible to change opinions. Hahaha.