A very different ride. Very green (later downpour explained that), hilly (1000m in 10 miles or so is OK by me). Lovely cooler temperature.
The villages are interesting. Many houses have relatively bland fronts yet hint at richer Court yards and inner sanctums. Dotted with older people with rich lived in faces and shrunken jaws, skin baked from a life in the sun. They wave generously yet must wonder what’s that got to do with the price of tomatoes.
Wood piles evidence the heating. It’s very mich like Swiss Alps. Not as pristine and perhaps the better for it.
Of course this may all be fueled by the evil blackberry liquor which was flowing at dinner. You don’t notice it until you stand up and find yourself on your knees.
Tomorrow back into the refreshing rain. Just like home.
Travelling reflections 