Fortunately, over the years we have visited España on numerous occasions. Why should this time be different? Our plan, already supported by a booking in Spain for twelve days following our return from Andorra was in effect. Often, plans are meant to change.
Jenni sensed my angst about the stopover-and-planned short hiking trip in Spain; she mentioned she felt the same way. We cancelled the Spanish booking, replaced it with on overnight stay to cover travel to Madrid Airport and were able to extend our time in the principality. We were happy and I would guess the Spaniards, too.
On the inward journey, we had spent two nights in a place just outside Calatayud, Marivella. On our return, we stayed in the town of Calatayud itself, which was small but bustling with tourists. It is there we learned how to operate a parking meter, deal with its varied schedules while communicating with the receptionist who had never heard of the English language. We suspect he still has not forgiven the English for not relinquishing Gibraltar. We can understand that.
Both visits were enjoyable, especially the stay in Marivella, in which we found a hike while walking toward a supermarket. The pictures below give an indication.
Our next stop was this village hidden in the valley.
Jen could not resist the 'flowing chocolate' upon entering the village.
"Is anyone home?" And we were expecting a warm welcome. Truth be told, the temperature was in the 90's so it was rather hot without human warmth. We had planned to spend a couple of weeks in Spain on our return from Andorra as mentioned in the opening text. Instead, we extended our stay in Andorra and 'suffered' temperatures in the 60's at the mountains. As Elton sang: 'What a sacrifice'.
The long and winding 'and hot' road home.
Historic exploration with ignorance...you can't win 'em all.
On one of many hikes in the mountains of Andorra, we came across a herd of cattle. This is not unusual in most parts of the world. However, what was different in this instance was that while we meet flocks of sheep, herds of goats and cattle on country roads often, this time it was on a mountain path without a herdsman that gave us very few options for passing. We were stuck behind them.
"Is anyone home?" And we were expecting a warm welcome. Truth be told, the temperature was in the 90's so it was rather hot without human warmth. We had planned to spend a couple of weeks in Spain on our return from Andorra as mentioned in the opening text. Instead, we extended our stay in Andorra and 'suffered' temperatures in the 60's at the mountains. As Elton sang: 'What a sacrifice'.
The long and winding 'and hot' road home.
Historic exploration with ignorance...you can't win 'em all.
On one of many hikes in the mountains of Andorra, we came across a herd of cattle. This is not unusual in most parts of the world. However, what was different in this instance was that while we meet flocks of sheep, herds of goats and cattle on country roads often, this time it was on a mountain path without a herdsman that gave us very few options for passing. We were stuck behind them.
Turn back and add many hours to the hike, find the big bull and negotiate, show off my biceps and hairy chest or use the good ole standby: Sit down and cry.
None of the options provided much comfort.
The picture below illustrates the dilemma faced. The view was not terribly exciting either.
Over the years, we have developed our own methods of dealing with inquisitive cows and hostile bulls. We try speak softly but never have a big stick with us. However, as silly as it might seem, I try to converse with the herds. One technique, I kid you not, is I pass on regards and wishes from other herds in different parts of the world. I believe a combination of a soft and soothing voice (I flatter myself) does the trick. I also request gently that they step aside and just allow us to pass without inconveniencing them.
Over the years, we have developed our own methods of dealing with inquisitive cows and hostile bulls. We try speak softly but never have a big stick with us. However, as silly as it might seem, I try to converse with the herds. One technique, I kid you not, is I pass on regards and wishes from other herds in different parts of the world. I believe a combination of a soft and soothing voice (I flatter myself) does the trick. I also request gently that they step aside and just allow us to pass without inconveniencing them.
Jen uses another approach: She assures them that we are vegetarians which is probably very comforting. Jen is far more practical.
In this instance, they began to climb the side of the rather steep mountain after obviously taking to my melodious voice.
The thought of them slipping and sliding down upon as we attempted to pass was a little (lot) worrying. Then again, having 4 legs does make a difference in such circumstances.
Cheers,
Jenni and Jeffrey
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