Monday, May 3, 2010

Volunteer Letter Of Hours

FIESTA DEL 1 DE MAYO EN EL BARCO / HOLIDAY Mayday Boat






drizzling rain, probably not the best time for walking into the sea, thought us. We - our English-Russian family with a young son. Thought and even greater zasobiralsya the road. Zasobiralsya because it believed that weather forecasts weather improves, and most importantly - a chance to meet new and interesting people.

At the appointed place at the center of Cambrils, began to catch up with members of the Association. Magnet of this attraction was secretary of the Association of Irina Gor and the President of the Association of Antonio Rodriguez, has once again impressed me with their energy and tremendous work done in organizing and hosting festivals and events. Carefully thought-out program, compiled a list of participants, the mobile phone and trailer personal enthusiasm - that's making our rather large group went on a journey in time.

Caution with a little anxiety, we crossed the threshold between the shore and ship. Ukachaet not it? And how to behave on the ship? And where is that located? However, friendly hosts ship, are also members of our association, Luis Rebul and his Russian soul-wife Irina Kvasnitsky took us very cordially. Irina hospitably invited view all cabins and decks, to look into the captain's cabin, a galley, and even slazit on the roof. The crew, meanwhile enthusiastically narrated on weekdays Recently, fishermen, how caught, sorted and transported fish, what species of fish have become more popular among Spaniards, etc.

Unnoticed All we had sun, but a serious fishing boat filled with children's laughter, fun comments, smiles, happy, screwed-up from the sun persons stamping feet on the decks, interspersed between a Russian and English and the characteristic sound of zipper cameras.

time to run seamlessly and the ambulance wave we got to the Cape of Salou. Foam spread and a warm sea breeze started blowing in our faces, picking up and carrying away of a polivshuyusya from the deck Russian spiritual song, the smell of fresh bread and fried fish.

in the port waiting for us the culmination of the boat ride: an appetizer of seafood and delicious, cooked before our eyes, fideuada flavored, according to tradition, scampi al-i-oli. Suddenly, again sounded Russian songs, this time funny, rollicking, frolicsome. I wanted to sing, but I noted with surprise that I forgot many words. Listened, poring over his lips and singing floated from somewhere familiar childhood tunes. So that's why we gathered in the Associations - I thought to be together and not forget that all of us connects one secret word - RUSSIA.

Ludmila Bondar

member of the Association of Russian Culture
them. Fyodor Dostoevsky










The cabin captain ......



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