Benissa Market

Yet another cloudless morning but wait, what’s this – a frost!? I’d heard Chris say that Spain had been described as a cold country with a hot sun and here it is. The floor of the valley at Jalon is about 300 metres so maybe the altitude has something to do with it. It is also, we’re told, something of a frost pocket, being completely surrounded by higher ground.

Our legs were feeling a tad weary after our assaults on the Sierra Bernia and the Peñón de Ifach so we were looking forward to a slightly lazier day. Saturday morning is market time in nearby Benissa so, after things had warmed up a little, we drove in to buy some alcachofas (artichokes), which seem to be reasonably plentiful and reasonably priced compared to home, together with a few other supplies. There was also an irresistible cafe with tables on the sunny side of the square so coffee was in order before returning for lunch on the veranda (I can’t find out how to spell the Spanish word for it).

In the afternoon we walked el perrito through Jalon to the other side of the valley and up to our neighbour’s house just to check on things. We were trying to tire the little devil out so we could get some peace and quiet. It may have worked ‘cos he’s now sitting on Carol’s lap while she tries to knit around him.

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