The Meseta is a high plain in north central Spain, flat but not as flat as SE NM or west Texas. Many pilgrims do not like it and some skip it but we like it.
PanoramaPicos de Europa way in the distance. They look close in this photo but this is blown up 15 times.
3 thoughts on “On the Meseta”
Wynette, The ‘orange’ field area: I can’t imagine it is a mature crop – this time of year. Was it a newly plowed field? You dad would enjoy seeing this area. He always enjoyed our driving and Amtrak train trips that afforded different views of the land. Reminded him of his life – growing up on the Dora farm – and, later, his hobby of farming and raising calves.
Wynette, The ‘orange’ field area: I can’t imagine it is a mature crop – this time of year. Was it a newly plowed field? You dad would enjoy seeing this area. He always enjoyed our driving and Amtrak train trips that afforded different views of the land. Reminded him of his life – growing up on the Dora farm – and, later, his hobby of farming and raising calves.
Right, it’s a newly plowed field. Some of the soil was quite red. Much like you see in West Texas. Maybe not quite red as that but pretty red. I thought of Dad, too, and how much he liked looking at the land and farms as he’d drive through. The place we stayed in in Mansilla de las Mulas was really into antiques. They had some old farm tools so, of course, thought of Dad. And they had the neatest old Singer sewing machine so, of course, thought of you.
Wynette, The ‘orange’ field area: I can’t imagine it is a mature crop – this time of year. Was it a newly plowed field? You dad would enjoy seeing this area. He always enjoyed our driving and Amtrak train trips that afforded different views of the land. Reminded him of his life – growing up on the Dora farm – and, later, his hobby of farming and raising calves.
Wynette, The ‘orange’ field area: I can’t imagine it is a mature crop – this time of year. Was it a newly plowed field? You dad would enjoy seeing this area. He always enjoyed our driving and Amtrak train trips that afforded different views of the land. Reminded him of his life – growing up on the Dora farm – and, later, his hobby of farming and raising calves.
Right, it’s a newly plowed field. Some of the soil was quite red. Much like you see in West Texas. Maybe not quite red as that but pretty red. I thought of Dad, too, and how much he liked looking at the land and farms as he’d drive through. The place we stayed in in Mansilla de las Mulas was really into antiques. They had some old farm tools so, of course, thought of Dad. And they had the neatest old Singer sewing machine so, of course, thought of you.