I come from La Peñarrubia in the mountains of Caravaca de La Cruz, I have already forgotten the cold up there and I am walking along muddy paths because it rained a lot here yesterday.
I'm having a good time in these beautiful mountains, I take the opportunity to pick pine cones that will help me light the fireplace at home. The top is full of vegetation and forces me to walk through. I see some mushroom and many traces of wild boar so I fine tune my ear because I don't feel like tripping over any. Upon returning I see the fortress of Caravaca in the distance.