life and light
It’s so so beautiful here. The French manicure everything. Almost all the trees are clipped so that they grow queerly. All the bushes are perfectly round.
I’ve often heard that the light of the sky here is sought after by artists. I always thought this bull but now I realize it’s true. The sky is pastel, and everything glows. Looks like an impressionist painting. The landscape is twisted olive foliage and dusty brown dirt and yellow beige grasses. Much of the land is cultivated for grape vines. 20 kilometers from us are the foothills of mountains, but we’re in this kind of rippled olive/brown/beige land. 20 kilometers the other way is the ocean. We’re dazzled by life and light.
We went to a cemetery at sunset last night. Some of the graves look like cribs.
All the shops close from 12:30-5. We go to the bread shop every morning for crusty wholegrain bread with sunflower and sesame baked into the crust. And two flaky, delicate croissants.
We walked to the nearest town, Servian. I tossed bits of creamy gourmet cheese to a cautious yet hungry cat.
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