... with no particular agenda. Near the top I hear a cry and know that either Juan has broken his ankle or - as is the case - he is having an epiphany: the discovery of a rare ("red list" protected), minute daffodil:
Later that day we celebrate New Year's eve, first by watching the sun set at Cabo de Gata (see earlier post) and then back at the casa with a bottle of champagne and some local fish. The perfect end to a perfect holiday.
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