26 December ’05, Monday.
We were leaving Ronda just as the weather was changing. The rain had been with us off and on most of the night, so when it came time to pack, we got a little lucky. The rain let up and didn’t show up again until last night. We had a nice drive to Granada through the mountains and foothills. It is amazing to us the amount of olive trees that they have in Spain. When we were traveling through Turkey, we thought they had a bunch, but now that we’ve had a pretty thorough look in Spain, we know what we had heard was true. Most of the time we were on the road yesterday, all we could see from the top of one mountain to the valley of the next and then on up to the top were olive trees. We were surprised at the amount of them that hadn’t been picked yet. The olives are black on the tree, but we have learned that these are most likely going to be used for olive oil, as the older the fruit, the more oil available. That was new to us, because when we visited the olive pressing plant just outside of Sparta, Greece, they were pressing green olives for the oil…OK, who’s telling us the truth ??? As we pulled on to the last portion of the highway coming into Granada, we could only tell by the signs telling us we were close. Trying to see the “City” of Granada from the major highways is either tough to distinguish or you just can’t see it. So, we just followed the signs far enough to find our campground. We are camped in a suburb of Granada called La Zubia. We had a wonderful dinner at the campground restaurant last night. We were there last night because we didn’t get to a grocery store prior to setting up. I think I will blame that one on Louise…naughty, naughty. Tomorrow…Granada
We were leaving Ronda just as the weather was changing. The rain had been with us off and on most of the night, so when it came time to pack, we got a little lucky. The rain let up and didn’t show up again until last night. We had a nice drive to Granada through the mountains and foothills. It is amazing to us the amount of olive trees that they have in Spain. When we were traveling through Turkey, we thought they had a bunch, but now that we’ve had a pretty thorough look in Spain, we know what we had heard was true. Most of the time we were on the road yesterday, all we could see from the top of one mountain to the valley of the next and then on up to the top were olive trees. We were surprised at the amount of them that hadn’t been picked yet. The olives are black on the tree, but we have learned that these are most likely going to be used for olive oil, as the older the fruit, the more oil available. That was new to us, because when we visited the olive pressing plant just outside of Sparta, Greece, they were pressing green olives for the oil…OK, who’s telling us the truth ??? As we pulled on to the last portion of the highway coming into Granada, we could only tell by the signs telling us we were close. Trying to see the “City” of Granada from the major highways is either tough to distinguish or you just can’t see it. So, we just followed the signs far enough to find our campground. We are camped in a suburb of Granada called La Zubia. We had a wonderful dinner at the campground restaurant last night. We were there last night because we didn’t get to a grocery store prior to setting up. I think I will blame that one on Louise…naughty, naughty. Tomorrow…Granada