More bike rides – we alternate direction each time, going either south/east to Taberno or north/west to Los Cerricos and beyond. There’s a small village on the way to Oria that has some pretty blue flower pots all over an old stone wall.
About ten days ago there was a festival up at the Sanctuary – it actually started the evening before with dozens and dozens of people walking up the rambla beginning around 8 in the evening.
The procession continued the entire night – every time I woke up and looked out the window I could see individuals or small groups with flashlights moving along up to the Sanctuary.
The next morning we took our ride up to Los Cerricos and were astounded by the number of vehicles – hundreds of cars and dozens of buses, and even police directing the traffic and parking.
The village has a lot of cats – some of them strays that forage for food in the dumpsters, and others that belong to the bar.
The folks came to put on the winter pool cover but it didn’t quite fit so they took it away to trim it a bit.
That’s ok, though, as I’m able to get in a few more swims.
They’re starting to bring in the almond harvest – there are piles of them in the strangest places.
We went out for lunch on my birthday, intending to go to the bar in Los Cerricos but it was all closed up. We then decided to go up to Chirivel, but…same thing! On to Veliz Rubio where we had success at the steak house, and was it ever good. The portions were so large that even Colin couldn’t finish his and when the waitress came to collect our plates she looked very concerned and asked if we didn’t like it. We assured her that no – it was delicious and we would like to take the leftovers home – she was very pleased to hear that.
I must say that I’m not feeling my age! The next day we met Carlos and Maria for lunch at the restaurant just south of us – it was another excellent meal and we were there for over four hours. They are great to visit with and Carlos will be doing a lot of work on the house for us over the next few months.
We’re really looking forward to having all of the work completed – new pellet-burning stove, having my bath-tub installed, and a complete re-do of Colin’s bathroom, just to start.
Lots of other things as well, both inside and outside, including screening of the sun/pool room. Sitting out there is lovely, except for the flies and wasps so having it fully screened will be great.
Oh – Remco won the Vuelta – woo-woo!
Leaving on Thursday morning was kind of sad – I love the house and the area so much already, but have really missed travelling and seeing the races live.
We chose to take three days rather than just two to get up to Mansle, and stopped the first night at Horche, which is just south of Guadalajara. It turned out to be a lovely hotel just outside the town and we spent a couple of hours on one of the outside terraces enjoying some refreshing beverages.
The drive up to Logrono the next day was much shorter and we passed through some spectacular scenery.
We’d been to Navarrete before, staying in the campground just south of the town. This time we were in a hotel that used to be a seminary – it was also very nice.
Our friend Richard met us there around 6:00, delivering two cases of Rioja and some floor polish for Joyce and Tony back in France. He also gifted us with some local chorizo that he says is very tasty, although quite spicy – we’ll have to eat it sparingly!
The last day of travel was somewhat longer, but not stressful. In fact getting past Bordeaux was possibly the best ever – hardly even had to slow down, let alone the usual bumper-to-bumper crawl.
Getting to Mansle in late afternoon we had time to go down to the bar and were warmly received by Edith and Sylvain, as usual.