A short walk in Los Montesinos
The sun is shining, the mineral-filled pink salt lake glistens in the distance. My friend and I stroll down a narrow lane towards the lake, past orange and lemon groves, and small flat-roofed houses with names like ‘Grandpa’s dream’.
A beautiful white stallion grazes peacefully, unfazed by my little dogs growling grumpily, too scared to bark out loud.
The cacti rise up to shoulder height, decorated with jewel-like coloured flowers.
We step to one side to let a van pass, but he turns around and heads back up the lane: a mistaken turning, we guess. It’s easy to get lost around here.
Just an ordinary day for the village locals, and a treat for my companion and me.