It's Palm Sunday and a lovely sunny day in contrast to the recent rainstorms. Our Sunday afternoon walk was on the hillside that forms the backdrop to our town. I call it the "Mount of Olives" because the summit is scattered with wild or abandoned olive groves.
I hate olives, to be honest - something that is rather incomprehensible to my Spanish friends. We live, after all, in the greatest olive producing region of the world.
Maiki, on the other hand, is a Spaniard to the core, and pigged out on a small quantity of wild olives before we stopped to take a breather and admire the views from the mountain top.
