Just got here early this evening! Sierra de Arecena is one of the least visited corners of Spain. I’m basing myself in a small sierra village and later a small town half an hour away. The 2 main things to do here (for me) are hiking and eating Iberico pork.
After 4 buses from Taviria, Portugal I’ve reached Alajar (pronounced “Ah-la-hah”). A village with a population of about 800. It’s so quiet here after very busy, touristy Tavira. I feel like my old self again being surrounded by nature and silence.
After the 3rd bus I had an hour to kill before catching another one. This was lunch. Just jamón, bread, olives and beer.
More beer at the “station” before boarding the bus, which was right in front of me. There’s no real bus station, buses park next to a bar and you pay the driver when you get on the bus. The mountain road is so narrow, 2 vehicles can barely pass each other at the same time. Both have to slow down as they pass. Endless curves and bends all the way. It’s not far but you can’t drive fast because of all this. The driver was careful and I felt safe. Unlike in Morocco. The mountain road and impatient drivers gave me a fright of my life.
Everything in this whole area is about Jamón. This is a supermarket.
In Alajar now. Nobody on the street. Sometimes you see a very elderly person walks around and they walk like a boss. Without any aid. Like in Okinawa.
Key in a door.
View from my lodging. Gonna hike up the arch one of these days. That’s where you get a nice view of this village.
Whilst waiting for the only restaurant that’s open on weekday to open for dinner. Drinking craft beers from Aracena by the pool at my lodging.
As soon as the restaurant is open for dinner…
Tomatoes are seasoned with coarse salt, oil and I think maybe a splash of vinegar.
Sabores de la sierra.
I think it’s the fillet cut.
My lodging comes with breakfast deal so I have to get up on time. Hate it but I have to also be on time for hiking. Too late in the day and it will be too hot.