How Delightfully Droll

Saturday afternoon, I took a walk in “the country.” I usually plan my walks around town to stay as close to the beach for as long as I can, but I decided this time, to head away from the water, mostly north through the neighbourhood of Los Pacos. It’s an easy 10-minute walk from home, but once you get past the center of Los Pacos — perhaps another 10 minutes — the look rapidly changes. I wondered at first when it was going to become more rural and then I heard a rooster crow. I turned another corner, the pavement ended, and the “country” appeared.

(Click any image for the big country.)

JUST BEFORE I HEARD THE COCK CROW.
(THAT’S MIJAS PUEBLO IN THE FOOTHILLS OF THE SIERRA DE MIJAS)
SORRY! I SPOOKED A FLOCK OF EGRETS IN A FIELD.

I didn’t spend the weekend, but I did experience a couple of hours of “enchanting.”

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla and then Fuengirola, Spain. And now Córdoba.

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