Enterting Andalusia region, where we end up is a wee town nestled at the top of a hill. Castle, cave (UNESCO so box ticked), church, convent. Busy place for its 1800 residents. Perhaps a recurring theme: the town was originally Muslim around their castle. Which was built on in the 16C by this one.
Lots of places look refurbished, including the castle. Maybe tourism.
What wasn’t so pleasant were the pig farms we passed. You know those cute free range huts for pigs in East Anglia: happy pigs? These were tin shacks in the baking heat and solid ground. Not to happy, slowly cooking pigs.
The rest of the ride was through mixed farm lands on quiet roads. FIrst pistachio tree for me. Lots of pine trees. A fertile plateau.
Two other things of note. One was this huge spider. It watched with interest as Barbara ran her hand in the trough of running water. To cool it and try to alleviate the swelling from a couple of wasp stings.
Tonight we had pork…….
Travelling reflections 