It’s been a great day today. A grey ceiling took hours to break into sunshine and then a tiger-stripe sky appeared on the walk home. A man told us he spots ten snakes each spring on average.
One of us got stung picking up a lemon and has a palm like a strawberry wine gum. The goats came and went as did the huge, black flying insects. The orange blossom – pearl-like flowers pinging open each day – have a smell no perfume can match.
We heard from friends, now back in the US (here’s their guest post), who were already missing Las Alpujarras: ‘No Sardinian Warblers, Serins – or squashed oranges. Worst of all, no Sierra de Lújar.’
Come back soon – it’s all waiting.
© con jamón spain