town of Torroja and Escaladei, in Spain's Priorato region, drunk with
the aromas of fig and almond trees lining the melting asphalt, whilst
every other bend hid a blackberry bush waiting to be pruned of it's
deliciously black fruit. Ahhhh and not to mention the vines and grove
after grove, row after row of olive trees following the oftentimes
challenging climbs. El Priorato sure is a well kept secret. If you
haven't been, what are you waiting for? It's not just the wine, but
the vermouth, the deliciously fruity olive oil, the nuts you can quite
literally pick off the trees, the pungent smell of pines.
The sight and smell of the pines is such a strong reminder of my
childhood summers, making me realise I prefer being in the countryside
in the summer. There's no mad dash for a spot on a sweltering beach,
the waters you bathe in are cold and refreshing rivers and mini
waterfalls. Whilst I do enjoy water sports at sea, I think I am more
of a mountain girl. And here we had the beach a wee hour away fi we
wanted it. truth is, in the two weeks we spent there, we didn;t set
foot once. It was more fun exploring the old towns, excavated
dinosaurs in the town of Tastavins or the hundreds of white collar
vultures patiently waiting for their feed at a local farm. So many of
these things we might not have done had we not had the little guys in
the party... gotta love having the children aorund to challenge your
daily routine and get you out of your set ways.
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