Las Alpujarras – Part 9

Now knowing my location, I headed through the conifers, down to the stream. The trees by the stream were swaying slightly as the water gurgled along by my side towards Trevelez. There was a café open in the oldest part of town. A beer disappeared in double-quick time. The smiling son of the owner brought me some bread and a little pot of freshly cooked stew made from beef and runner beans. Dipping the bread into the stew, I realized how hungry I was. Some bleating goats wandered along the street and were as curious about me as the locals who were sitting close by, gossiping and nodding in my direction. I took off my boots, stretched my legs out so that they rested on a railing, and just admired the view down the valley towards the Mediterranean Sea, which was somewhere in the distance. It didn’t really matter as this felt like a blissful ending to a wonderfully exhausting day.

The End…

Published by Julian Worker

I was born in Leicester. I attended school in Yorkshire and University in Liverpool. I have been to 93 countries and territories including The Balkans and Armenia in 2015, France and Slovakia in 2016, and some of the Greek Islands in 2017. My sense of humour is distilled from The Goons, Monty Python, Fawlty Towers, and Midsomer Murders. I love being creative in my writing and I love writing about travelling. My next books are a travel book about Greece and a novel inspired by Brexit.

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