Nothing particularly action-y happens in this post. But I thought I’d better write down what this area of Spain has been like before I leave. Because I know it won’t take me long to forget, and also because everyone keeps asking me what Spain’s like. 🙂
The land:The terrain reminds me of Arizona, but milder, at least in this Northern region. What struck me when I looked out the plane window the first day was all the different colors of the land, and the flat-flat-flat-SURPRISE-it’s-a-mountain contrast. It’s like a lumpy quilt. Dull yellow barley plains fade into red hills spotted with neat rows of olive trees. The hills suddenly jut up into dusty, tree-fringed plateaus. Stitched together it forms a patchwork of pale tans, gray, yellows, and rich Arizona red. Greenery is fascinating, a combination of boring ash trees, cool tropical stuff, some things I’ve never seen before, and even pines.
Rural neighborhoods and towns: There’s not much for green lawns, not in August at least. Yards are red brown dirt, sometimes with scrubby brown grass. Houses look suited for the dry and heat. The roofs are adobe. Walls are either red-brown brick or tan/white stucco, no siding. Continue reading