Okay, so where were we? How about we start with breakfast. Now, a traditional Spanish breakfast consists of something sweet with some coffee or tea. The same goes for Italians, so I think it must be a southern European thing; they just don't like having heavy meals first thing in the morning. In fact, other than the English, none of the European countries do.
Although they don't like heavy food in the morning, apparently the old Spanish men do like to make their coffee a little bit Scottish...
Anyway, back to the breakfast at the house I was staying at. Ours was more northern European, consisting of bread, many delicious Spanish cheeses, olives, jam, yogurt, and baba ghanoush. Okay, baba ghanoush is not European, but it is a typical Middle Eastern breakfast food that consists of mashed eggplant, olive oil, optional tahini (roasted sesame butter), and garlic. It kind of looks like hummus, only darker. Sooo good.
Later that day, Karimah and went for a walk around the house and saw pomegranate, orange, lemon, fig, and almond trees. There was also another type of fruit I have never seen before that looked like a mix between yellow apples and persimmons--I think they were called Loquats.
There were many freshly-tilled fields and orchards in the area, and I noticed how rocky the soil was. Karimah guessed that the reason all of the roads are lined with short stone walls is because they had to do something with the all rocks they found in the fields. That makes sense to me. That's probably also why all of the houses are made of stones, creating a very rustic atmosphere.
Later that day we went to San Salvador, which is the tallest mountain on the island. On top of the mountain was--you guessed it--another old monastery. My camera ran out of batteries, so I didn't get very many pictures.
She wrote that when she was in prison there were clearer morals than there were outside the prison. For example, there were children in that prison, and the rule was that if you they were hungry and you had food, you had to give it to them. It was very important to show solidarity and to help one another, especially since many of the other prisoners were also there for political reasons.
When she was released, she got a taxi and mentioned to the driver that she couldn't believe she was free after being a political prisoner for ten years. He said nothing to her the entire trip. She later found out from her family that everyone was afraid to associate with political prisoners, for fear they would be linked to them and also thrown in jail. Then, all of her friends and family pretended like she had never been in prison. Whenever she spoke of it they seemed completely uninterested, even though those ten years were incredibly important to her life.
The proceeds of the book go to mothers who have children in jail. Unfortunately, it is only available in Spanish and German--hopefully it will be translated to English soon. I went ahead and bought a German edition for myself and a Spanish edition for any friends who speak Spanish.
This story is important because this same exact situation is happening in countries such as Morocco, Syria, and (when Ghadafi was in power) Lybia. In fact, after Ghadafi was defeated there was a rush to find all of his underground prisons that only he knew about, so that the people could be fed.
And then we had a Middle Eastern dance party.
Anyway! Merry Christmas to everyone!