Dost mine ears deceive me? What's this I hear on the roof of the motokennel? The first rain in I don't know how long, fell upon us during the dark hours and has driven away from the costas to the main olive growing region of Spain, 50 miles west of Granada. We are en route to The Algarve, so an overnighter at ................ you won't be able to pronounce it so i won't bother writing it, then one more before Portugal should do it. The landscape here is SO different! Thank goodness we have left all those ugly plastic tents behind and they have been replaced with olive groves. The hills have real texture, its like they've been crocheted, lovely.
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