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The seashore is located three kilometers from the farmhouse. The beach of the town of Cabo de Gata is a continuous line of sand from Almeria to the Cape. The most frequented area by bathers and walkers frequented area is the one between the town of San Miguel and the Cape. It is about six kilometers of continuous sand flanked by the Sea on one side and Las Salinas on the other. Thus, on one side, humans bathe, on the other flamingos and an important variety of migratory birds do |
The contrasts that can be perceived from the farmhouse soon invite you to discover the surrounding environment.
The hillside of the Sierra de Cabo de Gata falls gently to the west, in constant pursuit of a sun that, after disappearing over the foothills of Sierra Nevada, continues filling sky, beaches and ravines with sunlight. This peacefulness, in which Las Salinas settle, where many migratory birds nest and rest, breaks surprisingly in the cape, which breaks steeply over the Mediterranean, as if it were searching for its lost Africa. There, the Sleeping One stretches and announces the beginning of a volcanic, chaotic party. What up to that point is a walk, becomes a steep climb. The elongated beach breaks sharply into tiny coves flanked by ravines that at their mouths reveal minerals of a changing color at every step.
All coves, rocky or sandy, offer a clean and transparent seabed. In the Cape you can enjoy one of the most admired underwater landscapes, a place to chat with the fish. Nobody comes without snorkel goggles.
A boat ride along the coast will allow an unforgettable view of the coastal contrasts of this enclave, which in a few meters passes from endless beach to tiny cove, from quiet to volcanic.
The hillside of the Sierra de Cabo de Gata falls gently to the west, in constant pursuit of a sun that, after disappearing over the foothills of Sierra Nevada, continues filling sky, beaches and ravines with sunlight. This peacefulness, in which Las Salinas settle, where many migratory birds nest and rest, breaks surprisingly in the cape, which breaks steeply over the Mediterranean, as if it were searching for its lost Africa. There, the Sleeping One stretches and announces the beginning of a volcanic, chaotic party. What up to that point is a walk, becomes a steep climb. The elongated beach breaks sharply into tiny coves flanked by ravines that at their mouths reveal minerals of a changing color at every step.
All coves, rocky or sandy, offer a clean and transparent seabed. In the Cape you can enjoy one of the most admired underwater landscapes, a place to chat with the fish. Nobody comes without snorkel goggles.
A boat ride along the coast will allow an unforgettable view of the coastal contrasts of this enclave, which in a few meters passes from endless beach to tiny cove, from quiet to volcanic.
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"Listen to this whisper, it's the breeze, the rock reminding you that it was magma before. The north is gone and, to the south, there is no more south, everything is water and shipwreck. You came to the limit, where the volcanic rustling with which the air combs ravines and espartos lives. Blue monody of cicadas, afternoon light, birds of slow flight announcing a long journey. The metronome of the wheel, listens with thirst. Memory." (Words for the Park, heard at the farmhouse in the spring of 2013) |
The Park exists, above all, because not so many years ago, it was impossible to reach it with a truck of bricks. The eyes of Juan Goytisolo, the last travel chronicler of these places, found a way of life that many natives do not like to remember. But it is fair to point out that it was precisely that poverty, related in an interminable bus journey and stony roads, that truly allowed the tentacles of developmentalism not to reach this southern place. The Park allows one to go deeper, to enjoy that absence of progress, of that natural state of things before they are reached by business interests and billboards.
Many trails allow you to enjoy landscapes of rambla, abandoned farms, volcanic pits, ravines full of dryness as well as astonishing life, gardens of palm hearts, carpets of straw grass rocking in silence, causing the walker to shudder. If a little rain has fallen from the sky, the greening of the landscape is almost miraculous.
In autumn, blessed light of October, all these wonders are savoured even better. In winter and early spring, you can walk long without fearing the solar rays.
We like to tell our travelers the places of special interest, we prefer to do it one by one; it seems imprudent to disclose the beauty of corners that lose their charm, when not directly endangered, when proclaimed out loud.
Meanwhile, you can consult reliable information in the following links:
Cabo de Gata Junta de Andalucía (click on senderos: mapa, duración, dificultad,...) Parque Natural
There are travelers who love to visit coves and ravines. Others prefer to go to the city soon.
Twenty-five minutes from the farmhouse, Almeria is open to the sea and visitors. The view of the city from La Alcazaba allows you to understand many things. Traveling through La Almedina, many unexpected questions will arise. Strolling around the old town, there will be places to taste tapas that will help you understand again. In Almería, deep matters are aired with beer and grilled cuttlefish; the light ones, with beer and crumbs, that never appear alone. It may happen that, when it is time to eat, you discover that you have eaten already.
It is worthwhile to continue wondering in the halls of Los Refugios of the Civil War. When you look at the calm of the Paseo or the port, you will understand again how beautiful it is to be able to walk freely through the streets of a peaceful city. Almería plays the two memories, the Arab and the Christian, nobody returns intact.
Twenty-five minutes from the farmhouse, Almeria is open to the sea and visitors. The view of the city from La Alcazaba allows you to understand many things. Traveling through La Almedina, many unexpected questions will arise. Strolling around the old town, there will be places to taste tapas that will help you understand again. In Almería, deep matters are aired with beer and grilled cuttlefish; the light ones, with beer and crumbs, that never appear alone. It may happen that, when it is time to eat, you discover that you have eaten already.
It is worthwhile to continue wondering in the halls of Los Refugios of the Civil War. When you look at the calm of the Paseo or the port, you will understand again how beautiful it is to be able to walk freely through the streets of a peaceful city. Almería plays the two memories, the Arab and the Christian, nobody returns intact.
