What an idyllic day! For the most part anyway.
Ambling along a gentle country road bordered by dry stone walls, pastures on either side, olive trees, a couple of horses at the fence waiting to be stroked, packs of pigs and lambs running around in circles, one friendly dog bouncing all over us, others barking and watching warily, a farmer proud of his farm and his animals, lavender, heather and the white sage rock rose, and the singing of the cuckoo.
But then, in the afternoon, after following a dubious arrow, a country lane that ended in a patch of prickly bushes, a field of weeds, a herd of apprehensive cows, a maze of dry stone walls, a wading across a river in search of a road that leads anywhere, and finally, a steep climb up to the town.
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