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to Travel Spain
I don't want to denigrate Jumilla, which is a perfectly ordinary
Spanish town. There is a Tourist Trail, but it takes too long to see
the few gems that can be discovered (for example the simpering lions
on the floor of the tiny upstairs room of the Puerta de Granada). No,
the best bits are outside the town: the peaceful Monasterio de Santa
Ana, where a resident Franciscan friar was leading the Stations of the
Cross; the extensive view from the castillo (under restoration) high
above the town; and we at last managed to find some more rock
paintings in the country to the northwest.
But to be honest, I have my doubts about these: under a small
overhanging rock next to an ancient cart track (the wheel ruts well
worn into solid rock), these were supposedly only discovered in 1998,
although easily reached with only a little scrambling. They are not
great art, but crude representations of animals and human figures such
as a five year old might draw. The protecting cage wasn't locked; I
was able to get in and examine them very closely, and although they
appeared to be weathered into the rock, there was no indication of how
they had been dated to "entre V y II milenio A.C." as claimed.
Hmmmm........
Not being a tourist town, there is little accommodation in Jumilla.
We were surprised to find our hotel fairly well occupied over the
weekend. Again, the attraction was outside the town - a party of
international hang gliding champions were down from Madrid to fly from
the nearby Sierra de Buey.
We did make a serious attempt to sample the culture of Jumilla: the
Spanish Youth Ballet were performing a Sacred Flamenco (?) as part of
the run-up to Semana Santa. However, this turned out to be an
invitation-only event (although widely advertised). We asked, as
"visitantes de Escocia", for any spare tickets, but were politely but
firmly turned away. My wife, who has a dramatic background (so to
speak) asked to view inside the theatre, and discovered it to be
packed to the rafters with the great and good of Jumilla. In other
words, not just a performance, but one of the social occasions of the
year.
And now we are back down to the coast at last, picnicking in the
scrubby pinewoods backing the coast north of Santa Pola, with only
faint sounds from the waterfront strip below, thronged with people and
cars on this sunny Sunday afternoon, while more hang gliders circle
from the cliffs above, at peace in the sky.
Y la proxima, Alicante, y el último mensaje de este viaje.
Mac