De como observa el paisaje del lugar. De la velocidad con que viajan y de los malos caminos. De como observa a la gente del lugar
" . . . I shall
never forget the last glimpse which I had of the inn yard and its crowd of
picturesque figures, all crossing themselves, as they stood round the wide
archway, with its background of rich foliage of oleander and orange trees in
green tubs clustered in the centre of the yard.
Then our
driver, whose wide linen drawers covered the whole front of the
boxseat,--"gotza" they call them--cracked his big whip over his four
small horses, which ran abreast, and we set off on our journey.
I soon lost
sight and recollection of ghostly fears in the beauty of the scene as we drove
along, although had I known the language, or rather languages, which my
fellow-passengers were speaking, I might not have been able to throw them off
so easily. Before us lay a green sloping land full of forests and woods, with
here and there steep hills, crowned with clumps of trees or with farmhouses,
the blank gable end to the road. There was everywhere a bewildering mass of
fruit blossom--apple, plum, pear, cherry. And as we drove by I could see the
green grass under the trees spangled with the fallen petals. In and out amongst
these green hills of what they call here the "Mittel Land" ran the
road, losing itself as it swept round the grassy curve, or was shut out by the
straggling ends of pine woods, which here and there ran down the hillsides like
tongues of flame.