The start of the day is my favorite time. I am a morning person, my wife likes to remind me. Before the sun comes up, I’m already prowling. We were on a trip to Spain with friends and found ourselves in Vejer de la Frontera in Andalucia. This is one of the pueblos blancos, that is the white towns. Of course I was up early, walking the streets, greeting the odd stray cats, and looking for good story material. Here’s a view from the town into the valley below.
The fog rolls in from the sea, shrouding the entire valley from view. Then, as the sun rises, it gradually burns away the veil, leaving a beautiful view from the road that climbs up to Vejer. Driving from town to town in Spain is a favorite activity of mine. They have similarities, but each one has unique characteristics, such as their own style of church, a different type of fountain in the plaza, or a clever group of shops arranged along a winding street. Invariably the people are both hospitable and genuinely pleased to meet the traveler. Of course, the food is beyond excellent, which is why I always wear my expandable pants when I venture to Spain.
Where is your favorite drive? Let me know.
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