13 september 2008

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First morning in Spain: we drove up into the mountains from the coast and stopped to look back the way we'd come. I couldn't find the handbrake on the rental car (it turned out to be a footbrake, that was why) so we put it in gear and a rock behind the wheel to prevent it from rolling into the valley. The smells were of hot rock and hot pine. There were a few cicadas layering into distance. A good place for lunch. The central smudge on the horizon is the Rock of Gibraltar: behind it across the Strait are the hills of Africa.