The weather is turning for the better. The winds don’t come as often, nor do the rains. I have taken a lot of walks these past two weeks. Every time I walk, I think about how different the sights are from the sights in Lancaster; and then I think how similar they are as well–farm animals, gardens, and the occasional farm with the broken down car in the weeds.
I don’t have to walk far to see this. This is the “fort” that Rea and Zach built outside of the house.
Strange to see water flowing in the river beds and down the mountainsides. In the summer months they are bone dry.
You can smell these before you see them.
Cats everywhere. They wait on the dumpsters looking for their next meal.
One hundred years ago houses were built on the mountain side, away from the sea, so that they were hidden from the pirates. All over the island you can find these houses made from the island rock.
You always stumble upon a church.
Not only does the island have goats and sheep, but they also have horses–and cows!
Gardens terraced on the mountain sides.
Spring has sprung.
A few goats along our path.
A herd of sheep that took to staring at us for 5 minutes before they decided we weren’t going to feed them and walked away.
Lemon and orange trees are almost as abundant as olive trees. Well, not quite.
Look who’s home.
This is the inside of a stone house that my father’s first cousins lived in as small children. There was a fire place, a “bed” made from rock, a place to grind the corn and wheat to make flour, and a dirt floor.