We rented a bijou terraced house,
with wonderful views of the sea.
The weather was warm enough to eat breakfast on the balcony. Surrounded by flowers, and listening to bird song.
We walked to the beach each day. I would often peek at the walled gardens en route, the planting so different to mine, they became a constant source of fascination.
We would walk for miles, stopping at beach bars for something to eat.
I would watch the birds and the odd stranger pass by.
Time to talk was the best thing.........when one's life is busy, and the coming together is infrequent, these times are precious.
Some days were spent in Mojacar village. Steeped in history, it is a fascinating place.............I love the hanging geometry of its streets.
When you reach the village the view is wonderful. The flat topped mound in the image is Mojacar la Vieja (old Mojacar). Moorish remains have been found here, also bronze objects and Argaric buttons.
Modern plantings have been put in place in some areas......
I particularly like the courtyard garden in front of the entrance to the church.
Most of all I love to walk the narrow streets, and honour those that walked before me. It has an air about it, something you cannot buy. You will either feel it or not but there is a magic
that is priceless.
It was a wonderful eight days..................