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Category Archives: Andalusia
“I want to do to you what spring does to the cherry trees,” wrote Pablo Neruda on the wall of the cathedral in Baza, defying the wrath not only of God, but also of municipal anti-graffiti enforcers. But then, if … Continue reading
I know something is a fad when I see it advertised in a really small town in Andalusia.
When I introduced the cave houses around Venta Micena to you, I promised you a look inside. Luckily, I met Florence and Bruno, a lovely couple from France, who invited me to their cave home in Fuente Nueva. It was … Continue reading
When the owners of the house travel by plane, on their yacht or with one of their many other cars, the house sitter often gets to use a car, or at least a bicycle. In a remote area like this … Continue reading
You have already met Grace, the cat who is my primary responsibility while house sitting in Venta Micena. But each morning, her colleagues are waiting outside, looking at me pleadingly and full of hope. Of course I cannot resist, and … Continue reading
“Aren’t you afraid, living in the village all by yourself?”, people ask me. “No,” I reply, “because there is even a sign declaring it a secure zone.”
Signs of the Civil War are everywhere in Spain.
As if I had known how beautiful it would be in Venta Micena, Andalusia, I brought a book about a similarly beautiful valley to read during my stay: The Pastures of Heaven by John Steinbeck. In this early work, first published … Continue reading