Sentinels, Javea
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Today's greatly anticipated visit to the mercadillo (itinerant market) turned out to be a short walk through essentially deserted streets. No fresh vegetables, olives or nuts until one of us drives to Mercadona, across the river. There were some folks near the smoke shop, and five including me queued up at the pharmacy. Most people seem to be obeying the restrictions, but I did see one old codger who extended his dog walk significantly past the stated limits. Some here are wearing masks and gloves, but most just keep the two-meter distance.
Contemplating...
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This shot was taken in a small pueblo called Jesus Pobre inland from Javea which is about an hour and a half up the coast. Manuel and Cam bought some land here a long time ago, an old run-down finca, with an eye to retirement. That didn't materialize and they eventually sold it and invested the proceeds in a trust fund for the Gang Of Five. Nick has the deed with the details, but considering the period and the confusing way in which legal documents are written, I don't think we'll ever know the exact location. It is probably buried under an urbanization anyway.
Jesus Pobre is a pretty town of about 800 residents and could well have been the model for the unnamed town in the book Spanish Lessons (Beginning a new life in Spain), by Derek Lambert. He was a British journalist who became a prolific novelist starting about the time he and his Canadian wife bought a house in the area.
The Redcoats Are Coming!
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And finally, here's a shot of my stair-climbing log. 35 flights yesterday, nine to go tonight to surpass. I've gotta find out how many flights in the Statue of Liberty and set that as a goal. I hope this DOESN'T go 18 months as some have predicted.
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