Boom

We've been curious about a boom sound we hear all day. At first we thought it was people duck hunting but it didn't exactly sound like a gunshot so we decided it had to have something to do with the rice fields. A boom occurs about
every 5 to 10 minutes. The landlord came to collect the rent so Beata asked him because she has enough Spanish   while the rest of us can say Boom and look quizzical. That would work, of course, but we wouldn't have been able to translate the answer. Turns out farmers have machines that make that sound to scare off the ducks. It's hatching season so ducks want to eat the rice seedlings. They fly in a circle ready to land and the boom scares them so they keep flying in a circle. I don't know when they ever land because I've never seen one. He assured us the sound does not hurt the ducks. I'm glad because I like ducks. Chickens would be another story. The boom season doesn't last long. I guess ducks don't want grown rice. We now think the nonstop disco music might be from a young farmer who doesn't like the boom concept.

Yesterday was a rest day. We did go into the nearest town, Ruimar, to go to the Chinese store to buy lanterns to send out over the sea but it wasn't windy enough last night.

We stopped at a cafe with a view of the river because it had wifi. We have no wifi out here in the country and even our phones seldom have more than 2 bars.

Then we grilled.
View of the wood grill with food

Nicole pretends to cook

Some of the people went biking today. I did my physical therapy exercises.  Then we went to a paella dinner. For 25 euros, you get 4 small appetizers, paella, choice of dessert and a bottle of wine. This restaurant is always packed because it's close to two camping areas.


Beata's friends from Tarragona


Paella





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