More news for today because I have to come down to the mill (which reeks of alcohol freshly distilled), and coger my portatil, which I left on in here. It's 8:00 but as usual seems like some late hour. We just got rescued by Rainier and his Spanish girlfriend Victoria. Ranier is a long time friend of Homayoun, tambien German, who has also lived here 20 some years. He visited today with Victoria, her brother Adolfo and a friend of Adolfo's, Mirian, who got lost with us.

We have been encerrada in this place far from everything for three weeks, we have not even salida de la propiedad, really. Delia was desperate to go to Genalguacil, and I wanted to get out today, being Saturday. So after a late lunch of expensive (if you had to buy them) wild mushrooms, wild boar again, potatoes and salad better than any 5 star restaurant guaranteed, no joking or exaggerating, we decided to walk to the pueblo. I told Delia that 10 km would take longer than 1.5 hours, and that starting at 4 pm we should take a linterna. She pooh-poohed my suggestion and so the three of us started off, luckily with Mirian's cellphone, as Delia's and mine have both broken (yes, we are both incommunicado with the outside world, rather much). We got lost on the way, as the road has a lot of turn offs (gravel and dirt road - not much of a road really) and had to turn back after stopping a guy to ask. A family of mother, son, and grandparents squeezed us in and took us all the way to the pueblo, upon which we all realised we could not have arrived before dark, and didn't know what we would do to get back. But we looked around anyways, and then started back on the road. The only thing I was really afraid of was the cold. Though Delia and Mirian were not very comfortable with walking in the middle of nowhere in the night. It is also a new moon. Luckily, though Mirian had no coverage (yes we really are in the middle of nowhere) she managed to get coverage for other parts and we could contact them here. Two men going out of the pueblo gave us a lift to one particular cross in the road where we started going down to the river, and took wrong turn, ended up having to climb all the way back up and so on it went.
The funniest was the two men telling us we would get lost for sure (which was totally obvious thinking about how many possible wrong turns were on the way (all dirt and gravel roads with few differences), and then asking us where exactly we were going. We had already told them "Alharia, Homayoun's place" because other people in the pueblo know him. These men didn't, and the only other way we had of describing it was, "over there in the mountains," with Delia waving her hand in the approximate direction. We hadn't even a clue as to how to describe which exact road.

Anyways, suffice it to say I have found a relatively wild part of Spain... (I suppose it goes without saying that there are no taxis or busses around here).

I don't know if I said, but Delia and me saw patches where wild boar dug. The group that came last night saw a big one.