Loving the simple pleasure of being in this house in this village. White walled, mosaic bathrooms, water fountain, tiny windows, narrow, twisty, high, dark and cool. Jasmine growing on the roof dropping way down to the courtyard below. We went down to the woman who sells organic produce in the small village at the foot of the hill. Got tomatoes, honey, potatoes, onions, goat’s milk yoghurt, grapes, leeks and lettuce (7 euros). Russ made soup. Marian swept the jasmine off the courtyard. PK watered the plants on the roof. I spent an hour watching the lane below as the down-lane dogs (2 small guys and a medium size puppy) fought a turf war against the up-lane dogs (2 feisty terriers with cat back-up). The gas-delivery guy on his tractor stopped for drink at the ancient water fountain. Went down and sat in the plaza and watched the high season parade of Spanish tourists. Woke up to the neighbour playing opera out on the back-lane. Walked before dawn on the hills. Watched women go out for their morning shop to the market. Went to the butcher and bought pork and beef to make bolognaise while old ladies and men chatted on the benches. Drank sherry.