The village of Ohanes.

You could see Canjáyar in the distance.

What an amazing road!

I arrived at my home for the night, La Piscina (the swimming pool) just as darkness settled. I grabbed my purse and entered from the bar. Once again, no one spoke any English. I tried to make them understand I needed a bed, not just dinner and finally it dawned on the proprietor who grabbed some keys and asked me to follow him. He showed me the room which looked lovely and asked if I wanted “cena” with the room. Dinner, at least there were a few words I understood! I said “si, por favor”. I was charged a whopping 31€ for dinner and a room, including a bottle of vino!

This is where he tried to draw what dinner consisted of…hmmmm what exactly was he trying to say. I kept thinking of my friend Frenchy’s mapkins!

Dessert and never-ending vino tinto.

The lone motorbike.

Map of the day on Google Maps.