We are now counting down to our last week in Spain and have left the white villages, stoney mountain sides of Andalusia that we have come to love.  I can so easily see why so many people from so many different parts of the world have made these villages their home.  The scenery is amazing.  The Spanish people so welcoming and easy-going.  All you have to do is show interest in their country, attempt a few feeble sentences in Spanish and they fall over backwards to be of assistance.  

We had the most hilarious non- conversation the other day with an older lady in a provisions shop.  We had stopped in to buy a bottle of wine.  Debated over straight Verdalho – spelt a multitude of different ways, or V/ S. Blanc mix.  That was fine.  Then Phil decided he’d like some pate..  Well – there were three to choose from and we didn’t really mind which.  But the Old Girl got pen and a paper out and drew pictures of what each one was…  I’m not still sure whether we got Goat or Sheep?  I think it was Sheep as the other option had droopy ears, and their sheep’s ears do tend to droop somewhat.  Whatever it was tasted fine overlooking this amazing view from our apartment.

if you look hard at the picture above you can make out three “hanging houses” or Casas Colgadas of which these three are the most famous.   They literally are built on/over the edge of the ravine of the river Huecar.  The origin of these particular houses remains unknown but there is evidence to date them back as far as the 15th century!  Obviously no earthquakes in Cuenca.

To finish the Pate story.  She then went onto draw a car and a caravan.  From what we could ascertain – her son had married a New Zealander and they were currently caravaning around NZ!  We Kiwis, we get about.