Springtime in Southern Spain

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Last week a reader wrote to tell me that my photo of the horseback rider on the cold, wet mountain trail in Asturias was beautiful, she loved it (thank you again P), but that she wanted to see images of spring because it’s been a hard winter in Toronto, Canada, where she lives.

Since I know what that’s like, I get it. This is urgent.

Photo ©Mike Randolph

It’s been almost ten years since I’ve had to endure a Toronto winter. They’re pretty bad, but it’s amazing what you can get used to. But the thing is, these past two winters in Toronto have been particularly bad. Record-setting bad. Lowest-ever temperatures, highest-ever snowfall, the whole bit. Friends and family sent me pictures of whiteout blizzards, and snow drifting up over the roofs of parked cars.

Naturally, since I’m a sensitive, kind, sympathetic soul, I did my part to cheer up friends and family. I sent pictures of me sunning in short sleeves on a patio in January, holding up a glass of golden beer, and smiling in a way that I felt conveyed my deep compassion and solidarity.

Something must have gone wrong with the Internet because for some unfathomable reason, I got emails back from these people containing words and turns-of-phrases that I cannot, for reasons of decency, reprint here. Hmm. Go Figure.

But my readers have spoken, or at least one of them has, anyway, and so here are some images of springtime in Spain.

Photo ©Mike Randolph

In late April I was in Cadiz to see some friends, and instead of heading straight back to Madrid, I decided to take two or three days and go the long way, on secondary roads through Huelva, in Andalusia, and then through Extremadura.

Photo ©Mike Randolph

The dehesa is a huge area of oak forests in central to southern Spain. It’s kind of like a gigantic wild farm. It provides perfect habitat for livestock such as Iberian pigs, cows, sheep and horses, as well as many native animals and birds.

I took a stick of bread and a few links of fresh chorizo and went for long walks among the cork oaks and flowers. Nightingales filled the air with their quirky, serene songs. I can’t think of anywhere I’d rather be on a warm spring day.

Photo ©Mike Randolph

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7 Responses to Springtime in Southern Spain

  1. Idoya May 14, 2015 at 12:42 #

    Your photos make me look at my country with new eyes.

  2. Audrey May 14, 2015 at 14:39 #

    The photos of the dehesa are STUNNING. I would love to walk those fields with the sheep. The bulls maybe I’d prefer to appreciate from a distance through some kind of fence. 😉
    Beautiful. Your poor family shoveling snow while you send pictures of tapas and canas, I hope you invite them to come visit!

    • Mike Randolph May 14, 2015 at 15:23 #

      Thank you. But I can’t take credit for the place itself, which is truly gorgeous.

  3. jonathan May 14, 2015 at 15:20 #

    I agree with Audrey. That photo has such depth. Really beautiful. Nicely done as all ways Michael. I can taste the chorizo from here.

    • Mike Randolph May 14, 2015 at 15:25 #

      Thanks amigo. Actually, the chorizo was the best I’ve ever had. It came from a little town near Ronda, which is also famous for its chorizo. I’ve got to go back to get some more…

  4. Irene Corchado Resmella October 12, 2016 at 18:08 #

    I absolutely love the last picture. It’s stunning.
    Happy to found articles in English about my home region :).

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