Pause for a moment. Let your gaze lose itself over the horizon, where the mountains rise towards the sky as if they emerged as the guardians of time. Here, the landscape shifts, henceforth, it is not the river that guides us, rather the terrain in its purest state.
Facing us, the Alcornocales Natural Park spreads like a sea of shadows and greenery. A thousand-year-old forest in which the cork oaks are reborn every time they shed their bark, while the mist and water create a sanctuary for life. Venison, genets and imperial eagles travel and sweep along its silent pathways.
To the left, the Grazalema Mountains steal the view with their chalk peaked tips and the ancestral pinsapo fir trees run the gauntlet of time. Here, the rocks and the wood, the mist and the sun, are inter-laced to attain the perfect balance.
Breathe deeply. The grandeur of these lands covers us like a blanket. Don’t get left behind, this is just getting started.