A Slice of Spain

Underreported unchecked advance of The Olive Tree in Andalucia!

A mining industry that died

and many shiny new ones…

The intense scent of fresh pressed olive oil, of eucalyptus and dust; twin black tree trunks like thick checkmarks topped with frothy silver, against brilliant, emerald fields; feisty and friendly freerange pigs, (who M, with a gourmet’s eye, insisted on calling Pata Negras…)

classic countryside-

ancient history-

They all figure in the juicy slice of Spain we savoured, on the  slow journey to our goal on the edge of Europe: Huelva. Windy jumping off point

for interepid discoverer Cristóbal Colón, on his way to the Canary Islands and the New World. And for us too. On our way to discovering -well- just the Canary Islands- (for now at least…)

(Map courtesy of Cristóbal Colón)