In 1979 Eleanor rented an apartment on Marine Street in St. Augustine. A painter traveling from Mexico she found a place that fit her desires. An ancient, tropical enclave by the sea. A few months later she met Curt, a newly arrived woodenboat sailor who had traveled down the East Coast from the Outer Banks of North Carolina stopping and working along the way. He too had found a good reason to stay.

From that time, through their years together and the many places they have lived, they have documented their experiences through creative expression. Their story continues here...

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Catching Up

Today is Sunday May 27. We have been on the road for about a month and are having a blast. Ellie's Spanish has proved invaluable. She makes friends as easily here as at home. I have been drawing and learning about the Spanish people. They are family people that are having fun together in this extremely challenging economic time. Today is a holiday and the camping is full.

Ellie And Chloe are in Barcelona today and I am sitting in the tent pecking away.

Back a few days... after arriving in Cordoba we had dinner in a three-story courtyard (I will write a food post soon) and woke the next morning somewhat early to see the Mezquita Catedral. Mass was underway in the cavernous core and we meandered through in a somewhat of a daze. It was cool, dark and incredibly beautiful.

Mezquita




Cordoba

Friends


In the afternoon it was time to start back to Catalunya. I had penciled in a small village on the map and thought it might be a camping (the European name for campground). It was several hours from Cordoba and after driving up a narrow road we came to a hill town, Penascosa. We were directed to the camping and found a quaint spot seemingly deserted. We did find a Dutch couple on bikes that had pitched their small tent. A sheepherder we had passed on the road wandered in and told us the owner (?) would be in at 8pm. Set up the stove and commenced into a feeding frenzy. When they showed up we rented an affordable bungalow with a sleeping loft.


Camping Sierra de Penascosa


Penascosa whitewash

The girls liked it so much they decided to become squatters

A nut for Nutella


In the morning we hiked up the hill to the village for our mandatory cafe con leche. I like this lifestyle...






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