Holes

After six days of playing the city tourist again - it takes a while to get back in that mode, and never feels natural for us - we are back in comfortable territory. For us this means being in the middle of nowhere at someone else's house, who we did not know, and had no idea where they were taking us to when they picked us up from the bus station at 1pm. This is our way of travelling.

In this case it was a lovely Dutch couple who were taking us to their cave house in the south east of Spain, about an hour and a half away from Granada.

It is our second workaway for this trip. We are helping them convert some caves into a home. Sounds bizarre, but is a common type of housing in this neck of the woods. In fact, when I asked one woman if she lived in a cave house she simply replied "of course". The massive benefit; they stay relatively cool in summer, and relatively warm in winter. An interesting concept though; instead of adding on to the  landscape, as a 'normal' house would, this is taking away from the landscape. In a reasonably unimposing way. Brilliant. Those cave men (and women) sure knew a thing or two.

Our days mainly consist of painting, with David every now and again asked to bash away some more at a space. It turns out I really love painting, and am happily spending hours of my day in front of a door or window, turning it lavender, or blue. The hardware store in the tiny village only stocks white, grey or blue paint, so options are limited. Ide, the man who lives here, rather creatively made a lavender colour. He's currently in the process of trying to make a blue/green/grey colour. All he's discovered so far is that adding cement to paint doesn't add that colour, it just turns it to glue.

Another five days here, then we are off to Barcelona and then onwards to Nice where we are meeting David's family.

- Hana