Casarabonela

And so we can imagine that he masked a Moorish one of the watches of the fortress. before his gaze, a sweet valley of olive trees and olive trees that lies between the lazy jirones. deep down, the mirage of the sea erected from blue mountains. smells like oil, freshly pressed olives, the last panties of the night. live marrabonela naturally its essence of broken streets, of unusual dishes, of alleys that seem to have no end. It has only been to pass the arch next to the source of the Christ and walk along the street josé hidalgo to check on our skin all these sensations. They close the streets, cast shadows on each other. Casarabonela forces the traveler to seek and find secrets hidden in the white corners. We have traveled through the street josé hidalgo, the municipal street juan díaz and the veracruz down the street to know our first destination, the hermit. http:/

Photos of a sunrise and another of a sunset in this small mountain village, with charming places, tranquility in such corners and beauty in such landscapes. casarabonela is part of the natural park of the snowsaw, of which I have included some photos before