The track changes character with the seasons. This morning the pink earth is dusty, concrete hard, cracked in places. The weeds are golden, seedheads dried and preserved in golden globes. Rare are the flowers, a cloud of jasmine-like white stars, a single pink mallow, a hawthorne bush with early berries.The track leads us away from our secret valley, around the corner to the right into a smaller valley. The river runs through it, quieter here without waterfalls but with a couple of narrow corners where the water rushes noisily. Always along this track we disturb blackbirds, their fluting calls melting into the warning rattle shreee.5 to remember
el camino – track
el carácter – character
las estaciónes – the seasons
el hormigón – concrete
rajado/a – cracked