Begin above the treeline beside copper milk vats, where curds rise like pale mountains in miniature. Before the sun stands high, descend to the quay for quicksilver sardines, still clicking with the sea, and learn how one loaf and two landscapes feed a single table.
Stand on the limestone plateau where the burja wind sculpts vines and sharpens cheese, then feel the coastal breeze temper salt and smoke. Between cliffs and coves, the air itself seasons lunch, carrying juniper, algae, and stories that make every mouthful taste traveled.