Photos of mine

So, here are some photos, or a lot of photos as it may be.

There is a photo of the heart cart full of free food, but sadly the barcelonean beauty is not in the frame.

Another photo of a bottle of wine a sweet man named Amador sold us, practically gave us,  for two euros after giving us two glasses and refuge from the rain. His name would translate to 'a person that loves' and he had five cats, a small home brewing set-up and beautifully trellised white grapes. The first white wine we've had was his, and he gave us the answer to our much repeated question: why are half the vineyards trellised and the other half full of ferrel looking bushes? Simple: some harvest by hand, other by machine. And so a new question has been beckoned, what exactly does a grape picking tractor look like and do the Spanish hire migrant workers to pick grapes?

Another photo is of the brassica trees that are really prevalent in this part of the word. We are talking five foot fall woody kale and collard plants. Some have five branches all full of leaves, and did I mention how tall they are? And I guess since it never really frosts here, these plants can live a long and healthy life. The funniest thing to me is, that we have only been able to buy these leaves in the frozen food aisle. Maybe these fields, or forests, are full of fodder?  Answers, or educated guesses, are appreciated.

More photos of the landscape, as always, because it's pretty and I like to share.

We do a lot of walking through ag land as you might surmise. This means lots of fences and often time crucifixes have been woven into them, usually made of twigs or foliage, once I saw a Brazilian flag. But never have I enjoyed a cross as much as this one, made out of half a loaf of bread and it's paper bag.