We spent a pleasant little sojourn in the mountains during which time we visited, on the advice of my friend, some beautiful villages up in the hills. Well there they were, balanced precariously on the mountainsides, looking for all the world like tiny piles of sugar cubes sparkling in the sun. We drove along roads that had the deliberate positioning of a giant ribbon tossed by a giant with no apparent care for health and safety, particularly mine. I nearly had a fainting fit at the sheer drop, we couldn’t possibly be held up by the tiny string of cotton they classed as a safety barrier, R driving recklessly laughing his head off at me. He has a sick sense of humour, that one.
The three villages, each one more beautiful than the last were definitely worth the drive though. I consoled myself after nearly having a heart attack by buying a 2m by 2m rug from a lady with a loom, God knows where I’ll put it!
We drove on that afternoon up to Valencia and the scenery was amazing, we saw a desert, gorges, mountains, cave houses and so many castles each one more interesting than the last. At one point we passed through an industrial working town and in a tiny little gap between two blocks of flats, on a scrubby bit of grass were two horses and two camels, had to look twice to believe it!
Spain is a country with so many different terrains it makes me wish I’d studied geography and geology with a bit more enthusiasm.