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Zuheros Town, Cordoba, History, Charm and Stunning Views

It´s not the first time Zuheros has featured here on Andalucia Explorer. This very charming, white-washed hillside town is just 45 minutes from home and a favourite to take visitors too. Recently I had viewings there with some lovely clients looking for another home in this area. Leaving early to grab coffee and explore a little - there´s always a new corner I´ve not seen and the views always change with the different light depending on the time of day and year. Zuheros Approach The day was going to be a scorcher, nearer 40c than 30c so an early start was needed. Being a hill town means steep streets, lack of parking and a bit of hill walking. There are a couple of car parks but, as you can imagine, they are just out of town and, with a bit of a climb to get there. Following an older lady (can I say that at 62?) up hill she turned through an archway, one I hadn´t spotted before- I had to follow. It´s knowledge rather than nosey - surely? Then I saw a sign saying Mercado. I had every ri...
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Boob Squashing Mammograms and Thoughts

I was on time - a first for - my two- yearly appointment for a boob squashing in Spain. Arriving at 12pm I recognised many faces from my little town in the waiting area. Husbands had driven their (probably non-driving) wives to the nearby larger town to find themselves having a chinwag with mates in the corridor and the wives all knowing each and chatting while sitting in the waiting room.

I was greeted, asked the time of my appointment, grins all round then told that those with an appointed hour of 11.30 were still waiting. Joy.

Quickly establishing myself as not wanting to join the local village chit chat I stood by the entrance and got out my phone. Playing games, working a bit, doing Wordle, answering WhatsApps, the time dragged on. Waiting room numbers grew and dwindled, slowly.  It appeared that the same, nearing retirement age, nurse was doing boob scans and the X-rays in the adjacent salon. 

My time came. One hour 51 minutes late I entered the room, answered questions about my cancers in my family, my five minute alloted appointment time already six minutes in when boobs were womanhandled onto the slab of the open-jawed machine.

First one, then the other, then a different angle, one shot wasn´t good enough a profile so another take needed. I stepped out of my thoughts and began planning a trip away while holding one boob aside, keeping belly close but away from the machine, chin up as positioned and not daring to move as instructed. It´s amazing how the brain (or my brain) can detach itself from body at times. 

Then I had this very worrying thought. What would happen if the quite old nurse (my age or a bit more) suddenly keeled over or an earthquake hit or the fire alarm went off. How long would I spend with boob clamped, immovable until rescued. Squished in a machine with the controls on the other side of the room, dressed only dangly earringsa above my waist.  

Then it was over, the final release, the nod of the acceptance of the final photo - images I will never  see. Not that I like photos of me but these would definately be unrecognisable?

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