After a stint in a town apartment we spoiled ourselves with a Spanish villa in the countryside.
It was advertised on booking.com and airbnb as room with mountain views (yet again, I know), pool and breakfast and kitchen use. However, the pool was not yet awoken from winter hibernation and the kitchen had not seen a decent cook in ages, i.e. most essential items were missing. It also behaved like a haunted house – creaking doors everywhere that refused to be opened and closed.
But it is a charming villa with sumptuous decor, Arabic style tiling and open fire place. The view over the valley is lovely, the view at the back however reveals the true story of this property.
There you can see a redundant crane, a big circular hole in the ground and a building site containing the hastily built shell of a conference centre. There are steps down to a farm style building with bar, several bedrooms and showers. This obviously used to be a holiday apartment and party pad.
Arriving at the entrance to the Cortijo Mirador you can see 12 nearly completed detached 2-storey houses, but no plumbing, landscaping or electricity connected. This is the sad picture of a dream turned into a nightmare; the bubble that burst in so many countries when the property boom and financial speculation finally came to a shuddering standstill and reality hit very hard. It hit so hard that many families in Ireland had to emigrate to find a new life and jobs elsewhere. It bankrupted many a man and woman and left people frustrated, helpless and suicidal.
So the owners of Cortijo Mirador and the planned holiday camp of Oriel Village had to find jobs elsewhere, mostly in Malaga. This family can count themselves lucky to still have some control over their property and now try and get some money in by renting it out.
During our 6-day stay we only had people in the house on the first night and the weekend, the rest of the week we had the whole grand villa and garden to ourselves. It was a very relaxing, tranquil week, with only the cockerels and dogs bothering us in the early mornings. We made do with an improvised washing line (thanks to Nigels ingenuity) and I managed to cook with one gas ring working and a lethal toaster.
From our sanctuary we took trips to nearby Antequera, a pretty medieval town with pre-historic dolmens. In Ireland we can be pretty proud about the ancestors that left behind monuments like Newgrange and other dolmens, passage graves, souterrains and crannogs and so on. But this dolmen blew them out of the water with the sheer massive size of the stones standing upright and laid on top.
We also went to see Torcal de Antequera, an amazing karst-landscape, shaped by 200 million years of being under the sea, and of wind and rain.
At the salt-lake of La Laguna de la Fuente de Piedra there are flamingos to see. Unfortunately only very few were present and instead we got to see some small turtles. They looked like rocks lying along the shore, being very shy creatures, that would quickly disappear into the pond from the slightest noise or vibration. [http://www.andalucia.org/en/natural-spaces/nature-reserve/laguna-de-fuente-de-piedra/]