The evening view from our wonderful hostess's front yard--the beginning of a perfect escape from the city.
More wine, more cheese, more bread, more conversation...
Another serving of love.
Something so dearly Spanish and Latin: the "sobremesa," after dinner conversation, literally "over table."
The view greeting us in the morning.
Like alpine sub-tropics, roses and bougainvillea add color to the pine-forested valley.
Mountains and spires, the feeling they both induce is akin to lift.
White walls and terra cotta roofs, the town's motif.
Guarding one's wallet is a difficult thing to do here.
The craft market boasts the local wonder: sweet, fragrant baskets woven of long pine needles.
An appropriate symbol for the peace emanating from the Carmelite convent.
A moorish influence pervades the eclectic and beautiful set of buildings at the convent.
Yet more loveliness at the convent.
Loathe to say goodbye, one last photo together for memory's sake.