Apparently, the walk into town for groceries and back will take the better part of the working day, so I'll focus on compact foods, and try to minimize the trips in. Stopped and talked to a shuttle bus driver from one of the larger hotels to ask if folks from other hotels could pay a few pieces-of-eight in exchange for passage, but he (quite understandably) seemed to understand neither English, nor non-linguistic expressions based on my English thoughts -- apparently grocery acquisition will require the hebdomadal constitutional.
Quite idyllic. Flocks of sheep on either side of the road, and the sheepdogs here, admittedly based on a small sample-size, are much more pacific than the mastiffs with chains and PVC pipes around their necks in the mountains to the north. The low bleats of the sheep, the thunking tones of the copper bells, and the cries and whistles of the shepherds. In the evening gloaming, no less. Quite romantic. And the massive mountain above the road is always good for a conversation or two.