camping
There is something so spectacular about arriving at a campground in the dark, shivering, grumpily putting up a tent, crashing hard, and waking up to see where we are * a golden paradise of spring trees high in the mountains. Everything slopes bright and clean and tranquil, and here we are paying 12 euros a night instead of 70 in town, with a mountain village and national parque to explore. The campgrounds are exquisite, with fancy bathrooms and cafeterias, not that many people, and a symphony of nearby birds and distant churchbells.
We walked into the delightful ancient town along a road lined with poppies, lilacs and wild figs. Olives too. Had still/warm pan au chocolat at a bakery and saw the incredible gorge and crazy town of Ronda that clings there and hangs its laundry over the edge.
//Shannon
We walked into the delightful ancient town along a road lined with poppies, lilacs and wild figs. Olives too. Had still/warm pan au chocolat at a bakery and saw the incredible gorge and crazy town of Ronda that clings there and hangs its laundry over the edge.
//Shannon
posted by squid | 9:09 AM
1 Comments:
Hey Blue Deer Babe,
Thanks for your post -- quite randy! I've noticed some computers wil display the whole blog, others won't. If your puter stops at the bottom of what it thinks is a page and you can't see pictures, you gotta click on an early post title, see headers on the left on the blog title page, till you get down enough to see the pics. The dumb thing about Flicker is it puts all the photos in the same place instead of current, so they're down in mid-April.
xoxo
Bear
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