Some days are perfect. Solitude, driving, glorious weather. I saw a sign while driving, knowing something was beneath an overpass and found an exquisite canyon, the depth of which took my breath. There was a tiny chapel at one end of the road, and the canyon below an ancient bridge. My eyes and mind were bewitched by the sight of such depth and grandeur.
I then drove into the Lecrin Valley and took the road less traveled, passing no one, up a precipitous and winding road from Pinos del Vallee.. I found an abandoned house with endless views and the slightly cold wind was enough to refresh me as I had climbed so high. I dared to go into the derelict building. In places the ceiling and roof were non-existent. There was a threshing floor and an old tiled swimming pool. The house had once been very grand, or its intentions had been grand. I didn’t know if it had ever been finished, but I think probably so as someone had added an extension, left unfinished. It must have been abandoned for years, decades. There was a dusty old bottle of Cava on a window sill, as if to celebrate something that had never quite happened. Or maybe it was a relic of its distant more glamourous days.