Memories of my latest journey down to Andalusia still linger in my mind now that I’m back home: the pleasant, sweet scent of orange blossoms; the bright green rolling hill landscapes, where even a lonely white cottage becomes a monument; those pretty whitewashed villages perched spectacularly atop crags; the Western-like atmosphere sheltered in the spectacular, badlands-like Tabernas Desert, one of the wildest and driest parts of Europe.
