Sounds of Spain
The new powerful fan in our bedroom, in concert with whatever other appliances make noise around here, brought some very faint ambient music into the apartment as I was dropping off last night; it sounded like a major chord with a prominent third and fifth, cycling around every few seconds.
For a couple of hours each morning a squadron of swallows wheels around outside the window; they make such high-pitched squeals when they fly, so different from their burbling songs at rest, that I half wondered if they were using echolocation to find bugs. But that can’t be right.
Our host and her mother are in the kitchen, making paella with squid ink. It looks impressively tinted, and has the usual smell of oceanic things.
