We travelled past Oria to Barranco de Quiles, a sleepy hillside village, the only sound the screeching of cicadas. A covered bar area, a temporary sign of the fiesta, where we circled for the “chalk talk”. Even though we were at 1,000 metres asl, with regional yellow warnings for high temperatures, we all hoped that the trail would not be too long or too steep.
As we set off we walked slowly down onto the floor of the valley the views were stunning, see last year’s journal entry for photos.
After around 30 minutes we could see a path winding it’s way upwards, as we climbed, we were rewarded at the fuente, with cans of drink, cooling in the spring water, fortunately a local wasn’t doing any laundry. The runners soon joined us for a refreshing drink. The shade and cooling breeze was wonderful.
There was a paella cooking for those prepared to wait and enjoy the festivities.