Earl has never been to Spain and I've only been across the border once when we went to a shopping mall -- I know, not really Spain.
I must remember to say buenos dias instead of bonjour.
We took the motorway, which showed us that Spain is doing well with warehouse and factories, and a steady background of rugged mountains all along the way, with glimpses of the Mediterranean to our left.
It took three hours to get to Barcelona and then another three hours to get to Valencia before we turned a bit north to reach Sax.
|A hazy sky of the view from the house where we are staying|
Our host Chris explained that the Spanish towns have festivals every year called Moors versus Christians and they act out the battles when the Christians took over Spain.
|The Sax fortress on the right dwarfed by a mountain on the left during my morning run|
|The sun rises later here since we're farther west as the colors just begin to peak above the peeks at 8 a.m.|
The hosts of our housesit, Chris and Sarah, graciously met us with drinks and their handsome cat Bailey.
|Bailey surveying his domain. That pool is just a giant water dish as far as he's concerned|
|A Spanish breakfast with bread, tomato roulade, swiss cheese, olive oil. And to drink fresh-squeezed juice|
Might as well take advantage while we can!