My World ~ Guadalest, Spain


This week, I take you across the Atlantic. The trip started with a message from my friend, Enrique. He asked if I could come to Alicante, Spain a couple of days early. I was going there to attend the national convention of URE (Union de Radioaficionados EspaƱoles — the national society of Spanish Amateur Radio Operators). No problem. I’d be glad to join him for a couple of days on Spain’s east coast. On one of those days, we spent the afternoon in Guadalest.


Enrique drove this neat auto. He had to make a couple of business calls as we made our way to Guadalest. The final call was on a business that was feeding a couple of bus-loads of people. We accepted the invitation to have a nice lunch of paella. (Sorry, no pictures. But fine memories.)


The upper (older) part of the town is accessible only on foot and that through this single entrance. The heavy wooden gate was open as we entered the sloping tunnel that leads up to the top.


Guadalest was founded by the Moors. They carved the surrounding hillsides into terraces, which they planted with crops. These are still irrigated by the original ditches constructed by the Moors. The view from the upper town is incredible!


See how precariously the church’s belfry is perched on the rocks. Quite a view!


In four languages, the sign says, “Wanderer stop a while and think of the marvelous works of God and of your short passage on Earth. Guadalest begs you to respect its dead.”

All too soon our visit was over. We stopped in the lower town to buy a couple of souvenirs and visit another friend.

I hope you enjoyed this short visit to this interesting corner of Spain.

My World ~ At the Crossroads


This is my first “My World” post. So join me as we walk down the driveway to the road. There we turn right and walk north along the road that you see in the banner at the top of this blog. Before long, we arrive at the intersection that marks the northeast boundary of our property. Next we’ll turn right so that we are facing east and we see the following as we look down the road.


You can almost see Curt and Meghan’s house peeking behind the tree on the right. Meghan is a fellow blogger so we’ll walk about 350 feet along the road so we can get a better look.


Can you see the lamb between us and the house? When we get back to the intersection we won’t be able to see the house on the northeast corner. So turn around and take a picture of the old Haller place.


That’s it. Hallers don’t live there anymore. A single fellow lives there now. He’s a friendly fellow and he has a couple of horses and a dog. Let’s go back to the intersection and look northeast to see his place from that angle.


You can see the barns, but the house is hiding behind the big barn. The horses don’t appear to be around as we take that photo. Now we’ll turn to our left and we are now looking northwest.


There is a deer blind. Our rural county has one of the highest rates of car/deer accidents in the state. In other words, there is no shortage of deer. I always wish the hunters good luck. It seems better to me for them to end up on the table than to be hit by a car. It is part of our rural way of life.

Turn left again and we are looking across Bob’s pasture field. A shallow drainage ditch runs across the pasture you can tell where it is, because the grass is greener there.


That pasture is across the road from our house. We don’t see it very well because of the trees and brush along our side of the road. A half turn left and we are looking south down our road. Bob and Rosemary live in the house on the right.


Our property is on the left and runs down to the big oak tree in the center of the picture. If you turn half left, you’ll see the house, garage and barn.


You are right. That is a lot of lawn to mow. I could not do it without the tractor. The tower supports the Amateur Radio antennas that Sylvia and I use. There are two of them, but you may not notice the shorter one at the corner of the garage. Okay, the picture shoot is done. Let’s go back to the house.


Here we are. Back at the house. I hope you enjoyed this short visit to my world.