Walking In The Alpujarras
“We tend to think of landscapes as affecting us most strongly when we are in them or on them, when they offer us the primary sensations of touch and sight. But there are also the landscapes we bear with us in absentia, those places that live on in memory long after they have withdrawn in actuality, and such places – retreated to most often when we are most remote from them – are among the most important landscapes we possess.”
– Robert Macfarlane from: The Old Ways: A Journey On Foot
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In 1492, when Granada, the last Muslim stronghold in Spain, fell, many Moors fled to the Alpujarras. Remote and inaccessible, this mountainous area between the peaks of the Sierra Nevada, and the Mediterranean coast, offered them a place to live life without prosecution, until the Morisco Rebellion in 1568, and the royal decree expelling everyone of Arab descent from Spain. Today, their white villages, which were resettled by 12 000 Christian families brought from Galicia and Asturias in the north, still cling to the southern slopes, as stark reminders of Spain’s Moorish past.
With their flat roofs, and terraces, these match box houses, built from mud, straw, and wood, are reminiscent of the houses found in the Berber villages of the High Atlas Mountains in Morocco and Tunisia. The steep, narrow, winding paths with their rough paving stones, twisting and curling through these white-washed villages, remind one of being lost in a maze of sensory delight. Tall round chimneys jut into a cloudless sky, overhanging passageways speak of hidden lives, and sagging walls of the ravages of time. Blood-red chilies, strung in bunches, and drying off balconies, provide, together with a profusion of pink and red geraniums, colour accents that fill one’s eyes with pleasure and delight. There is often a hushed silence, as if the town is collectively holding its breath. With only the echo of footsteps combining with the ever-present trickle of water to create a soundtrack, walking here feels as unreal as walking through a cubist painting.
With names like Pórtugos, Pampaneira, Bubión, Capileira, Trevélez, Pitres, Ferreirola, Mecina, Fondales, and Atalbeitar rolling melodically off one’s tongue, it is easy to succumb to the enchantment this part of Spain weaves on the soul.
“. . . turning off and up towards Capileira, highest of the three villages of the Poqueira Gorge. It’s a pretty place, with little white box-like houses huddled around a church like chicks beneath a hen’s wing. But it’s the setting that steals your breath. From high on the terraced slopes of the gorge the horizon spreads north over the great white cirque of Veleta, a soft stole of cloud nestling below its peaks. To the south, a wide mountain pass opens onto the Mediterranean and on a clear winter’s day you can just about make out the peaks of the Rif Mountains across the straits in Morocco.”
From: “Driving over Lemons” by Chris Stewart
The Alpujarra is a hiker’s haven of delight, and the many pathways, some of which follow medieval mule paths, can be done either on one’s own, or with one of the many guided opportunities that exist in the area. The GR 7 path, Europe’s longest trail, also passes through the area, and with an abundance of clean mountain air, fresh water, and exquisite natural beauty, it is easy to fall in love with the pleasures of walking.
It is also here, where one finds Spain’s highest mountain. Mt Mulhacen, at 3 482 metres above sea level, is yet another reminder of Spain’s Moorish past. Not only is it named after the 15th century ruler of Granada, Abu I-Hasan Ali, or Muley Hacén, but legend has it that he is buried on the peak.
With hundreds of kilometres of water channels or acequias, and small water reservoirs or alberquas, the abundant presence of water from snow melt and gushing springs, have ensured cultivation of a bounty of produce on the terraced farmland. No matter where one goes, the sound of water trickling, gushing, bubbling, gurgling, or dripping, follows one’s ears like a shadow of sound. It is soothing in its presence, and easy to quench one’s thirst in the heat of the day, while the old threshing floors, cut from the landscape to open up to the wind, make for spectacular views and wonderful picnic spots.
It is also here, where one finds El Valero, the secluded, and beautiful farm of Chris Stewart and his wife, Ana. With his delightful sense of humour, and eye for the unusual, Chris has immortalized an array of local characters in the stories he writes about their life here. Even more delightful is the fact that a couple of times a year he leads walking holidays in the area of which a highlight, is a visit to his farm. Walking in the area breathes life into the pages of his books, and offers a rare opportunity to walk in the landscape of story.
Visited: September 2016
Notes:
# Casa Ana has various retreats, workshops, and walks on offer, including the one with Chris, aptly named “Walking over Lemons”.
# If you enjoy hiking, check out what Spanish Highs has on offer in the south of Spain, and the Sierra Nevada in particular. Richard and Kiersten are lovely people, and excellent guides.
Books to Read:
- Driving over Lemons – Chris Stewart
- A Parrot in the Pepper Tree – Chris Stewart
- The Almond Blossom Appreciation Society – Chris Stewart
- The Last Days of the Bus Club – Chris Stewart
- South from Granada – Gerald Brenan
- The Face of Spain – Gerald Brenan
Long time ago, in th eighties, I visited the Alpujarras and it makes me happy to see your photographs showing them as beautiful as I remember.
I am glad to hear that! It is such a wonderful area to visit, and the walking was simply magnificent.
When i was there, it was May and still spotted with snow, very fresh and water lapping everywhere.
Ah, that must have been beautiful. No snow in September on the peaks, but the water, oh my word, was simply magical. I have never walked through a landscape with so many different and unexpected encounters with water.
So are my memories, too.
Beautifully written and illustrated, as always, Jolandi. You make me want to be there. You won’t mind if I include this link in my Monday walks? 🙂 🙂
Not at all, Jo. I love your Monday walks. If you ever get an opportunity to go walk in the Alpujarras, you should. I think you would love it. And thank you for the lovely compliment.
We’re hoping to move out to the Algarve in the next year or so, and my range will extend a little so you never know. 🙂
How wonderful for you, Jo!
The GR 7 path, I would like to do, to walk.
To experience the surroundings of your pictures would be nice.
Kind regards,
Ah, the Alpujarras is breathtaking, Rob, and the GR 7 must be an amazing path to walk.
So beautiful 😉 Thank you for sharing this place I may otherwise never see 🙂
It would be a sin not to share, Morgan. 😉
Looks gorgeous.
Isn’t it just, Coral? These white villages are very charming.
I always hear of new walks through you! I love this part of the world and will bookmark this for sure. Too many trails, too little time!
I know! My trail list, like my book list always seem to grow longer, not shorter.
Such a beautiful place! Thank-you so much for this post, Jolandi.
Thank you, Clare. It is a very special place.
Great piece Jolandi and superb photos
Thank you, Richard. I thoroughly enjoyed my time walking with you and Kiersten. Would love to do that again one day.
Great piece and will be sharing on my upcoming Lanjaron Lodge site.
Fantastic. I think everyone who loves hiking should, at least once in their life, head to the Alpujarras, or Sierra Nevada.
Very good description and I love your photographs… nice virtual tour! It’s the first time I’ve heard about that region of Spain, it looks gorgeous. Is it really famous or is it more of an off-beaten tracks destination?
Thank you! The white villages are quite popular with tourists, especially as it is an easy day trip from Granada, but it is far from over-crowded, and although it is not really off the beaten track, it does feel like it. I think it is an area you would love to explore.
I went to Granada *cough* more than 20 years ago, and maybe these day trips were not very popular at that time. It looks lovely! I would definitely love to explore!
“There is often a hushed silence, as if the town is collectively holding its breath.” I’ve had that feeling while in other little villages in the south of France. Is it the same stream that runs through the center of one of the streets?
Yes. Isn’t that just the most gorgeous street you’ve ever seen? There is something really special walking down a narrow lane with water flowing in the middle of it. I love the quiet in these small villages.
Water flowing down the middle of a quiet village street sounds brilliant, especially after a hectic city immersion.
What amazing beauty. The homes look as though they have been there since the beginning of time and merely grew out of the landscape. Those chimneys..such personality!
They do! These are some of the most beautiful towns I’ve ever seen.
Awesome pics.
Very fascinating photos! The landscape is so scenic:)
It is a magical landscape. One I will be happy to return to.
I bet 🙂 Who wouldn’t want to go back after experiencing this?! Such beauty!
Indeed!
Interesting post and place to visit. That baby mural over the window is highly unusual and fun. Was it inside a public building?
Yes, it was in an abandoned public building, and it is indeed very unusual. I love to find graffiti in the most unexpected places, and I love how it brightens up spaces that are left to fall into ruin.
Wat een fantastische belevenis
It was, indeed. I highly recommend it.
Your exquisite descriptions paint a lovely picture, Jolandi, and your photographs complement your words.
Thank you, Tanja. It is such a photogenic place to visit.