The sun has made it's way to the Priorat. We awoke to a glorious blue sky, beckoning us to the countryside. The dirt road is still a bit muddy, and the boulder keeps immediate access right to the casita impossible. But we are undaunted. The almond trees are showing signs of life, juicy red shoots promising blossoms in another month. That is truly a sight to behold, the delicate almond flowers one of the marvels of nature. And the rosemary, which is abundant on the finca, has covered the ground with that particular periwinkle blossom I adore. The scent is truly intoxicating as you walk along the terraces. We gathered firewood for the hotel, with the intent of picking up a saw in Falset to really score some decent size logs.
We're off to Barcelona this morning, to take Cyrus to the airport. We are hoping to stop at the flea market (Mercat del Encants), looking for buttons for my sweaters. More mayhem, but oh what fun.
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