Not too far from Almunecar, there’s a small town called Salobreña. I had noticed it few days ago on my way back from Malaga, the houses by the white walls leaning against the hill and the castle, Arabic of course, on top of it. I don’t have any commitment for the day so I take advantage of it for a quick visit; I can chose between a bus ride or walk all the way to the top. I chose the second option of course since it seems to me that everything I want to see here it’s atop of a mountain and I’m used to it by now.
A friend of Aurora, Carmen, a sixty-eight year old lady from Zaragoza accompanies me during this tour since she spends the winters in Almunecar to escape the cold weather of northern Spain. We can only converse in Spanish, mixed with some Italian, Sardinian and English but we understand each other, so we overcome the first obstacle. Now we need to figure out our way to the castle, as we have been told the town is like a labyrinth; afterward we have to find the courage to start climbing up. In spite of her age, Carmen has more energies than a lot of younger people I know and slowly we reach the top without any issues.
The view goes all the way to Almunecar, several miles south of here; far behind the snowy peaks of Sierra Nevada and underneath us the roofs and terrace of the houses of Salobreña with the clothes hanging to dry in the sun and the wind of Costa Tropical.We start our descent moving along different street than the ones we walked on the way up, choosing at each crossway which direction to take. This village may be a labyrinth but it’s a small place anyway, so there’s no way we can get lost. We stop for a bier and a bite to eat at a cute little pub in hidden corner somewhere and after filling our stomachs, we head towards the bus station to go back home. The road is all downhill now; if worse come to worst, we will roll down to the foot of the hill, moving even faster this way!!