The white villages are known as pueblos blancos.
(I
am linguistically challenged, but even I can translate that!)
They look very pretty, but they are more than just pretty.
Most of these villages developed during the centuries of Islamic
rule in Al-Andalus.
The white villages were planned strategically.
Nestled in the Troodos mountain range they are known for their stone-built houses, cobbled streets and stunning views.
In the summer they are popular as the cooler mountain climate provides a refreshing escape from the summer heat.
We had a peak into village life around Dambulla.
Farming is the primary occupation, with locals growing rice, vegetables, bananas, and spices.
Chena cultivation (slash-and-burn farming) is common, where farmers clear small plots in the forest for seasonal crops.
We started our exploration with an ox pulled bullock cart.
(Notice who has been entrusted with the reins.)
This brings to mind the iconic movie "The Sound of Music" that takes place in Austria.
As an aside, much to John's horror, my sister Marie and I love to belt out Sound of Music songs while we watch the movie.
It really is probably not a pretty sight, nor sound, because not only am I parking challenged, I am also musically challenged!
Having tin ears, I can't hear where Marie's singing talents lie.
I wouldn't describe myself as an early bird, by any means.
But, after we got up before sunrise to offer our alms to the monks we went to the morning market.
There was an array of items for sale.
