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Visiting La Caleta Once More

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La Caleta, seen here from our apartment. It is of our favorite walks here.

Perhaps you can see the autobus in the lower right.

It’s about a mile walk with a steep downhill. Our plan today was to return on the local bus, avoiding a tough climb.

Along the way, there are lots of flowers on vacant lots and buildings.

Mangos here are tasty and cheap.

We saw a few birds along the way including these two Western Cattle Egrets.

La Caleta was home to the only sugar mill in Europe making sugar, honey, and molasses for 150 years. Now its smokestack and buildings remain and we love to have breakfast outside at a little bar in Lavadero Square.

And a historical note: A local fiesta is held each in honour of the Virgen del Carmen (the patron saint of fishermen) and is celebrated in a special way. A procession of small boats devorated with garlands set sail from La Caleta with cheers and fireworks. Here is one of the prints on the walls of the square.

After tostados and coffee/tea, we caught the bus, paid 60 centavos each, and ended our last visit to a special place.

A Walk to La Caleta

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In order to beat the heat of Southern Spain, we get out for walks and birding early. Twice now, we’ve made the half hour walk to the Village of La Caleta, seeing agriculture workers harvesting mangos, planting beans, herding goats.

La Caleta in the morning.

The other morning, after having coffee and toast at a sidewalk cafe, we walked a scenic path along the ocean, passing by some local fishing boats and an angler.

The tide was receding leaving many small sardines trapped in pools. I rescued several as my good act for the day.

Later, after buying some local produce at the small fruteria, we walked up around the neighborhoods, coming across a large group of schoolchildren at recess. Activities included jumping rope, tag, tug-of-war, wrestling , and just being noisy kids. No devices in sight.

It’s a good climb back up to our casa but like in Vermont, you don’t walk very far here without some hills. We saw Sardinian Warblers and other little brown birds and the ever-present soaring Eurasion Kestrels.