When the owners of the house travel by plane, on their yacht or with one of their many other cars, the house sitter often gets to use a car, or at least a bicycle. In a remote area like this … Continue reading
“Aren’t you afraid, living in the village all by yourself?”, people ask me. “No,” I reply, “because there is even a sign declaring it a secure zone.”
Signs of the Civil War are everywhere in Spain.
At one time, the frontier between Arab/Moorish al-Andalus and the Kingdom of Murcia ran close to Venta Micena. That explains the Arab watchtowers on some of the hills around here.
Sometimes, people send a donation to support this fabulous, entertaining, helpful and inspiring blog. Any donation will be rewarded with a personal postcard. Because there is no post office in Venta Micena, I will even walk 7 km to the … Continue reading
One early morning, on the way to climb the Sierra de María, I saw this table-topped mountain. Tonight, it walked into the photo again. I jumped into the car to chase it down, managed to stop it near Velez Blanco, … Continue reading