Hiking
Every Wednesday morning a group of retirees goes out hiking. A friend, Nicolas (third from left), invited me to join them. This week we took a bus out of Granada to this little town, Quéntar, from which we set off across the mountain.
This afforded us a magnificent view of Quéntar from higher up,
a look at the remains of a house probably several hundred years old,
an idea of how people make a living: olive and almond groves,
raising and herding sheep,
as well as goats.
Crossing the mountain afforded new views: more rugged terrain,
as well as picturesque views of the town to which we would arrive, against the majestic backdrop of the Sierra Nevada.
There was even a watering hole for humans. I tried to drink like Gideon's men.
The main street of Güéjar Sierra, our destination. From here, after some refreshments, we bused back down to Granada.
Lest you think all we do here is explore and hike, let me assure you that it ain't necessarily so! But southern Spain certainly is beautiful, and it reminds us of how great is our Creator.