Day 3. Ocaña to Huéneca (27 km)

Since I’m writing a day late, I can hardly remember Day 3. (I am posting it even later – finding it hard to put the blog together, and I’m not sure if I’ll keep it up, this trip.) An early highlight was breakfast in Abla. There were some nice views of the Sierra Nevada. The…

Day 0. The Mozárabe mob assembles in Almería

I had a leisurely start, with coffee and tostadas con paté in a typical Spanish bar where the TV is on and the city traffic moves by a few feet away. Then off to see the Alcazaba – Moorish fortress. After a siesta, was a visit to the underground refuges of the Spanish civil war.…

Will the excitement never end?! – part 2

I thought my last post was so boring that I wouldn’t post again on this trip. However, I can’t resist. This is like the antithesis of the trend (in which I admit participation) to post spectacular views, gorgeous meals, and thrilling experiences. We hang around in the morning, doing crosswords, checking Facebook, pondering our energy…

Will the excitement never end?!

Just as I was settling into a few quiet weeks at home, my sister arrived to visit, sort through our mother’s diaries and writings, and then take me away on a road trip to deliver a vehicle to her son,  1100 km away in Chetwynd BC. My role is fairly simple – sit in the…