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Category Archives: Spain
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
At one time, the frontier between Arab/Moorish al-Andalus and the Kingdom of Murcia ran close to Venta Micena. That explains the Arab watchtowers on some of the hills around here.
Sometimes, people send a donation to support this fabulous, entertaining, helpful and inspiring blog. Any donation will be rewarded with a personal postcard. Because there is no post office in Venta Micena, I will even walk 7 km to the … Continue reading
One early morning, on the way to climb the Sierra de María, I saw this table-topped mountain. Tonight, it walked into the photo again. I jumped into the car to chase it down, managed to stop it near Velez Blanco, … Continue reading
The moonrise was more spectacular, and I have come to prefer sunrises over sunsets here, but I guess you also want to see some sunsets.
In the countryside, we go to bed early and we rise early. The latter isn’t that hard when sunrises like this one expect you almost every day.