67.16 Tenerife: El Caleton, a hike covering new ground and then 'dropping' down steeply to get a feel of the town.

  At publication date of this blog, we had 'flown the coop'. Expressed correctly, we departed (flew as opposed to hiked) from Tenerife, much to the disappointment of one of us, and arrived on the Spanish mainland. The disappointment arose from leaving Tenerife rather than not swimming across part of the Atlantic Ocean. 

  From Madrid, after hiring a car, we headed for Calatayud, where we spent a couple of nights--even found an enjoyable hike in 90-95 degree weather. Thereafter, we drove northeast to our destination of the fascinating principality of Andorra. While Andorra is an independent state, it's protected by Spain and France. Don't fool with Andorra unless you want to become involved with the Spaniards and French. Si/Oui! 

  Truth be told, the week was both enjoyable and filled with stressful tests...such is life. Oh for the wilderness! 

A view of El Caleton as we make our way down from the top.
A combination of steepness, shrubbery and color attracts us every time.
Jen on the way down, the somewhat easy part.
Some of the buildings overlooking the town, including the abandoned construction site of 1972.
A reciprocal view from a town vantage point.
Some of the homes in the form of caves and shacks but with color and an ocean view and probably in the ocean at high tide.
The original 'Room with a View', with a prize arch window.
The various species of cacti are amazing and deadly.
Jen on the way up...some 1,200 feet to reach the overview.
We're wondering whether Nature realizes these colors may clash.
Mesmerized while watching the rocks taking a bath. After viewing this, Jen remarked how easily satisfied I am. After nearly 56 years together, only she would know.
From a different position, a good perspective of the town and coastline.
Capturing the different communities and use of the fascinating land upon arriving at a first top. The slopes (tiers) continue upwards and onwards. The longer one climbs, the more tears.
The scene captures an active farm adjoining the town.
Cheers, 

Jenni and Jeffrey 

Had to explain to Jen that this was not an agency for properties in Southern California.
Because of rudeness to Jen (see above), I awoke the following morning after experiencing a horrible nightmare.
I dreamed we were heading for Los Angeles. 

While the dream is questionable, the sentiment is accurate.