The Cañada river

Although the Cañada River has marked the route of the road, it goes unnoticed to our eyes, which are not able to see its waters in the deep and wide canyon that it has dug in the grey limestone of the surroundings. In this stretch, everything is dizzying.

Like a skeleton of time, the hermitage stands, a vestige of the religiosity of times past.

The fortified farm houses seem to be storybook spaces. Small castles, far from the villas and population centres, that sink their roots in medieval times and that were protected from the insecure and changing surroundings.