A gorgeous morning to wake up to with the
mountains practically on the door step, bougainvilleas cascading over the wall
and the birds singing their hearts out! Heaven! Breakfast was good but we had
places to go and mountains to climb!......in the car of course! By the time we got our act together it was
almost 11.30 and we headed up the mountain toward Trevelez which is the highest
village in Spain. These white towns were populated by the Moors after they were
driven out of their beloved Al Andaluz which they had occupied for over 800
years!
The villages are very pretty and cling precariously;
it seems, to the side of the mountain. They cater to the tourists now, which is
really good for them but my, I hate to see these big buses disgorge their
contents which swarm in babbling groups over everything! The roads are very
narrow and windy and I would hate to meet one of these buses on a curve. We
stopped at our favorite ham place before the hordes descended luckily! A lot of
hand woven blankets and rugs are made here and I am sure life is better for the
locals now. The ham was delicious by the way with a lovely Bitter Kas! What no
alcohol you ask? I told you the roads were twisty and Paul was taking no
chances! We came back the by the other side of the mountain which is narrower
and even more twisty but there is less traffic and the drive is stunning. As we
had eaten the ham at 12:00ish we stopped in Orgivia for a snack to qualify for
lunchtime, calamares and salad made a meal and then back to Taray Botanico for
siesta, followed by a dip in the swimming pools and a look see at the goats and
horses in the field next door. Supper consisted of staying in and eating
earlier than yesterday.
And so the 28th day was complete and
bed beckoned to the two tired travelers.
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