The hills

I’m in them. A beautiful walk from Baños to Calzada. A steep climb out of Baños, a pretty shady path, walking alongside a babbling river, over a Roman bridge and road, with the sun shining but a cool wind blowing, wildflowers, cows, calves, the occasional horse, an eagle soaring high above and snow covered mountains visible nearby. What’s not to like? Now in Calzada, tiny little village in which time has stood still.Read more