Ten years ago

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Date: 21 December 2005 16:29:13

We drove home for Christmas with half a pig in the back of the car.

As I recall, we started mid-morning one day, stopped overnight part way, in a motel where our travelling companion distinguished himself by dressing for dinner, made the ferry midway through the following afternoon, and arrived home later that evening.

In fact we weren't driving home at all - we were driving to my parents' house, and that certainly wasn't home then even if it had ever been. In so far as we had a home at all then, it was probably the place we were leaving. But I don't think that really felt like home either at the time, although it came very much to be home later. And if home is where the heart lies, then I suspect a bit of my heart is still lying there.

And the half a pig? Simple: salted hams (consisting of one entire leg) are very popular and cheap in Spain, so our travelling companion was bringing a couple to his family.