| A wet day, but crossing Rio Guadalfeo.... |
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| Approaching Cadiar, an eye-catching warning. |
Landscape around Cadiar. |
Back at the Alqueria, John demonstrated his packing skills. |
We stopped in a Trevelez shop filled with jamon stalactites. |
Shepherd & flock. |
Our next lodgings were in the tiny village of Mecina Fondales. |
| Along with other villages, it is perched on the hillside. |
At dusk, we strolled to the lower village of Fondales. |
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Clay and rock roof of the Fondales ermita (chapel). |
Steep ancient streets of Fondales. |
Grapevine for summer shade, wood for winter heating. |
