A walk along Macenas

The hills above Mojacar are enchanting. They have an arid, volcanic, dry and dusty appeal that from afar appears alien, strange and inhospitable; but once you are amongst them, in the dust and dry, they lure you in, with promises of easy walks that quickly become exhausting dry struggles to the top of the mountain. “No more” you promise yourself as you grab another bush and haul yourself over another thorn tree, “I’m going home”… Continue reading A walk along Macenas