Lovely walking day mostly off road. Some tricky navigation due to farm fields.

When I mentioned to someone that the orange juice here is spectacular, a Valencia local told us that the oranges here, Sevilla oranges, are really just transplanted Valencia oranges. Did not verify. Well, the fresh juice each morning is fab and one needs to moderate the amount for obvious sugar reasons. In the same vein, do the Brits use both types when making home made marmalade?

Entertainment in the morning was sheep herding. Large flock being guided by dog and person whistling.

Accommodations were again an experience. We arrived at the proper address. Needed to call someone to open the Casa apartments. “five minutes” meant 15 or a bit more. A woman shows up to open the registration office. Keys don’t work. A car drives up and another woman gets out to show the first how to use keys. After trying one, two, many she says she does not have a key. We are to walk ahead to the apartment. She follows by car. Eventually shows us how to turn on the power and then says we will have to go back later for passport registration. Another person shows up at the door explaining that he is not for the passport but has an adjoining unit and the manager called up to have him send me to the office. Nothing is really clear except that QB is tired and hurting and does not find this very amusing. Better you were not here.

Dinner at a simple bar, standard menu. Never seems to change in the local regional bars and restaurants.

Coulda been worse.