On the trail to Fuenteheridos village. Population is about 700, like my base village Alajar but not as pretty.
Some trails begin as a small path and not easily spotted.
There’s always something to see along the hiking trail. Locals are crazy about wild mushrooms but someone has sliced a small one open and left the rest behind. One is huge. At first I thought it was boletus but apparently it wasn’t that’s why it was sliced and left behind. Probably toxic kind.
Common to see Andalucian horses on the farms. They always come to you and walk along the fence looking at you until you are out of sight.
What has happened to my knight? Only his white horse made it back.
If you are lucky you see them closer to the fence. I did today but this photo was taken the other day.
Each pig requires a space the size of a football field and the farm must have at least 80% of acorn producing trees. Regulations and controls are strict. The outstanding taste in Iberian pork products is the proof.
Lunch in Fuenteheridos. We can’t have enough of the tomatoes and ham.
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Thought I’d try something differerent. Spinach with chickpeas is an Andalucian classic. Though, I would never dream of cooking my spinach to death.
“Secreto” is a super succulent cut of pork.
Some beers I’ve been drinking. This one has a taste of acorn, aparently.
The IPA came with me from Portugal.
