A description as I have jotted down in my diary:
Rugged hills rising to snow capped peaks, slopes with sturdy rows of olive trees softened with apple blossoms. Bright green leaves cradling new baby figs. the sun shining through gaps in clouds, reflecting the brilliance of white flat roofed houses reflecting the sun's brilliance. The evening beckons with warm light. A hearty meal in a lantern lit room with cheerful sounds from an ajoining kitchen. The sound of a classical spanish guitar soaks through my soul as my eyes drift peacefully by the warmth of the fire.
La Sevillana - where we are staying for 3 nights. Verandah overlooking the valley. Who could ask for a better place to start the day with yoga?
Church through fig trees
Bubión, the village we are staying in
Apple (i think) blossoms
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