I go to Puerto Frio passing through the village of Garapacha, where it smells like fig trees. Yesterday's rains have watered the almond and olive groves. I ride slowly on the motorcycle enjoying these landscapes where time is only a modern invention.
The morning is fresh and I will climb the Pico 1027 m first, then the Cabezo de La Turra and finally the Pico 947 m.
In the three peaks I am alone, accompanied by the wind and the birds. When I return I see some pomegranates near Fuente Blanca and I shoot the last photo of this magical fruit.