England Spain Italy France 2014: July 2014

Thursday, July 31, 2014

Amigos

It was tough to say goodbye to Antonio and his family yesterday . . .

Salobreña Spain July 31 2014 Last day here. Antonio and Roman

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Salobreña Spain July 31 2014 Last day here Beach Antonio & walk up the beach stairs

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One of my favorite things is the olive and the oil that comes from it. We took a tour into the Sierra Nevada mountains of Spain to learn about the ancient pressing process as well as the modern. We saw a 15th century press and we tasted 5 varieties of oil as well as some wine and sherry. We were also treated to a song and our guide was lovely!

The press stone

A press to be rotated by mules

The tower for press timbers

Press building in Nigueles

Olive press courtyard

Legend has it the Moorish kings are buried under the church after they were driven out of Granada in the 11th (?) century. The Moors fled to the Sierra Nevada and hid out for several centuries.

Beautiful olive tree -- they can live for hundreds of years.

Salobrena Market

A wide variety of candy, nuts, and spices. We were happy to see this merchant. The first market day we were here he wasn't.

Roman at the meat counter.

So tough to decide!

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Beach Days Salobrena

Roman and his friend Antonio

Cy getting ready for a little paddle ball.

The walk down . . .

The ingredients for bocadillos--precious cargo!

Salobreña Spain July 30 2014 Evening

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Salobreña Spain July 29 2014 Market Beach Pizza

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Monday, July 28, 2014

Salobreña Spain July 28 2014 Dinner Las Pesetas

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Salobreña Spain July 27 2014 Haircut Attempt Beach Volleyball Sunday Closed

Voley Playa Costa Tropical

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Nigüelas Spain July 28 2014 Olive Oil Tour

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(10:15) Mateo.

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Sunday, July 27, 2014

Running

I try to run for about an hour every day. I know, well, ok, I thought I knew my way around; a-hem, I can see the way, but that doesn't mean the path is clear and that goes for the twisting maze of stone streets on the hill and the roads below that meander through patch-work squares and rectangles of agriculture. I found myself "stuck" the other day. I ran down the east side of the dry canal rather than the west and could not get across -- how many wrong turns can I make, I thought and it turned out to be many. Fortunately, like life, I made some turns that took me where I needed to go and I found my way. The photos below are a portion of the path as well as the run-tree. Every run I seek out a tree to stop for a few moments and stretch. I have many favorites at Mt. Tabor and a number scattered on paths I have traveled.