The Tour Continues

Here is a shot of my penthouse apartment. The space is not tall enough for me to stand up in but the bed is comfy enough. Plus, when the weather warms a bit the plastic sheeting on the north side rolls up to let in fresh air. A kind of convertible penthouse. We will see if warmer weather shows up before I leave. For now I am using, four blankets, three pillows and my winter hat to stay warm at night. It only gets down to about 50 degrees at the coldest, so not too bad, but these are colder temps than I am used to sleeping in. The temperature during the day has been as high as 65 however, most people are saying that this is the coldest winter in the last fifty years. I am not complaining because I know that this beats Montana with a stick. When the sun comes out it is nice to find a warm rock to curl up on and watch the waves roll in. I have been walking up and down the shoreline finding places where I shouldn't be. I crossed some farm land to find this vantage point on the cliffs. This particular beach below me is called La Playa de Maro. It is only about a 20 minute walk and, as you can see, it is all mine. I still have not figured out this blog site's formatting requirements so enough for now before I hit the wrong button again. Hasta luego.

Guided Tour

I think it's time for pictures and maybe some general information about this area. This first picture is of the Barranco. Just past and slightly to the right of the big white tarp-looking thing is a large bush. This is Darcy's house. Down in the bottom at the end of the canyon just before the ocean is the evil cane tunnel. Climbing the ridge from there to the left is where Tom Hanks lives (you can see a few trees in this area). I took this photo from an old bridge that is always covered in water. When you cross it you have to decide whether you want mud on your shoes or water inside them. In the bottom of the canyon there are: at least four homes (piles of rocks and sticks), a family of four, a Russian lady (creepy looking) and some Spanish farmers. The family of four actually live on Darcy's land. The father's name is Billy and he was born in the States but moved to Spain with his parents and sister when he was eleven. He traveled with a gypsy circus for most of his teen years and can now often be seen and heard juggling and riding a unicycle in his backyard. He performs in fairs and festivals all over Spain. His wife and two daughters are very nice and come around quite often. The youngest daughter, Lela, calls me Gregorio because she thinks it bugs me. The thing is that is now quickly becoming my nickname. It is hard for the Spanish people to pronounce my real name. It always sounds like they are saying Shreck or Crepe. So, like my sister who goes by the name Ana, I am finding it easier to choose this new name. It keeps introductions simple. Well, I am now too frustrated with this blogger site to continue. I tried to add more pics but when I do it screws up the order of my sentences. So that is it for now. I will try again another time.