The weather continues to be chilly, with an amazing blanket of icy fog on the olive trees as we drove to the finca with Pep to show him around. It was as if a veil of lacy net had been cast over the country side. The region is so diverse, with so many micro climates, that you can drive from ice to oranges within fifteen minutes.
We wound our way over the mountainside towards the Ebro, via Miravet, to the delta. Our goal was lunch in San Carles de la Rapita, a fishing port where a fresh daily catch is guaranteed. Had a great lunch of various shell fish and grilled whole fish. As we wound our way back over the delta, amazed at the rice fields dotted with a variety of exotic birds, we found a ferry shuttling vehicles across a narrow waterway, a short cut back to autopista (main highway). In to Reus for a cable Cyrus needed for his laptop, a few vegetables and fresh bread for dinner, and back to the hotel for chicken soup and more knitting.
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