The spectacular view from 1234 metres. It was very windy up there.
Toni, Ernesto and Pedro pointing to something in the distance.
The sun snuck behind the cloud to give this great effect.
The view in the other direction with 13th century church just visable top left.
Exploring the church
At the bottom of the river or wolves, meandering through the canyon
Looking at the vultures eying us in the canyon.
Toni Pedro and Marta looking like a spanish pop band
The beautiful wild flowers i picked on our walk.
A pretty green lizard come out to warm up in the sun.Day 4 -12th August Sunday
Saturday night we stayed up late playing cards in the pub and drinking. We were playing Uno, but with new rules and it was pretty funny. So we slept in again today. After lunch I was pretty keen to get out of the house and explore something. So the cousins, Toni, Pedro, Marta and Ernesto and I set off on our exploration of the Rio de lobos, the river of wolves. We drove for about 20 minutes from the Pueblo, towards an area of canyons. This whole area of Spain is really high in the mountains, around 1234 metres above sea level. When we arrived around the amazingly twisting road (would have loved being on a bike) we stopped the car in an area at the entrance to the canyon. The Rio de lobos, is not a river anymore, and has not been for a long time, except in winter when the snow melts and a little rivers winds it way through the canyon. But we were there, in the dry heat walking down the path of the old river between two massive cliffs on either side. As we entered further into the canyon, leaving the car parked way behind, we looked up to see a group of vultures staring down at us from way above. It was a pretty eery feeling, walking along feeling like pray. I imagine if we’d lain down on the spot they would have swooped down to gouge out our eyes. A little further around some twists and turns in the river, we came upon another Fuente. This one was not looked after like the others, and was full with mosquitos trying to suck our blood. So we kept on, and came across a lovely green speckled lizard warming himself in the afternoon sun. We decided not to walk any further and turned to go back, I collected a bunch of beautiful wild flowers on the way back, all purples and pinks and creams.
Saturday night we stayed up late playing cards in the pub and drinking. We were playing Uno, but with new rules and it was pretty funny. So we slept in again today. After lunch I was pretty keen to get out of the house and explore something. So the cousins, Toni, Pedro, Marta and Ernesto and I set off on our exploration of the Rio de lobos, the river of wolves. We drove for about 20 minutes from the Pueblo, towards an area of canyons. This whole area of Spain is really high in the mountains, around 1234 metres above sea level. When we arrived around the amazingly twisting road (would have loved being on a bike) we stopped the car in an area at the entrance to the canyon. The Rio de lobos, is not a river anymore, and has not been for a long time, except in winter when the snow melts and a little rivers winds it way through the canyon. But we were there, in the dry heat walking down the path of the old river between two massive cliffs on either side. As we entered further into the canyon, leaving the car parked way behind, we looked up to see a group of vultures staring down at us from way above. It was a pretty eery feeling, walking along feeling like pray. I imagine if we’d lain down on the spot they would have swooped down to gouge out our eyes. A little further around some twists and turns in the river, we came upon another Fuente. This one was not looked after like the others, and was full with mosquitos trying to suck our blood. So we kept on, and came across a lovely green speckled lizard warming himself in the afternoon sun. We decided not to walk any further and turned to go back, I collected a bunch of beautiful wild flowers on the way back, all purples and pinks and creams.
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