The region of Asturias in Northern Spain is richly diverse. With 100′s of beaches on the Atlantic Ocean and soaring mountains, Asturias has snow from October to May. Robin Graham, our guest writer, traveled there with his wife and takes us on a walk through the mountains. Asturias is off most tourist’s travel maps, and all the more reason to explore. Regina writes about Asturias: ”So why come to Asturias? Reason numero uno: because most people don’t.”
By Robin Graham
Yesterday we hiked the Ruta de las Xanas, a well-known walking trail that scales a steep gorge just outside the town of Villanueva on Asturia’s Senda del Oso – a route that takes the cyclist or walker through the heart of bear country, winding its way through one of Spain’s most enchanting mountain regions, along a valley punctuated with picturesque villages should the odd refreshment be required.
The gorge climbs steeply and tunnels through rock at times to reach a little forest up above, replete with babbling brook, and beyond that some high open country (upper valleys and peaks) that will – cliché notwithstanding – take your breath away. There’s a restaurant up here, in the village of Pedroveya, that is famed for its fabada asturiana, a heavenly bean stew filled out with chorizo, morcilla and lacón (cured front leg of pork), so don’t do it on Wednesday, when Casa Generosa is closed.
Tomorrow we’ll spend the first part of the day in the Valle de Lago, a six kilometer long valley that culminates with a glacial lake. The twelve kilometer walk is not difficult but better tackled in cooler weather – early morning or late afternoon. The valley is dotted with brañas, the traditional thatched houses used as shelters by the shepherds up here: these days they are preserved as heritage artifacts. Dairy cattle lounge around in small family groups. The well-tended pastures below contrast with rocky, serrated heights.
Today though, this morning, none of the above. We’ve made it as far as the bench outside our room with a cup of instant coffee each and all we want to do is sit here and look. Across from our mountaintop looms El Angliru, a long ridge topped with the same stony ground. Between it and us three deep valleys converge on the little town of La Vega, far below.
As the first shaft of sunlight illuminates the mountain, nothing breaks the silence but bells – an unhurried melody chimed out from a church down there somewhere, and the tinkle of cowbells closer to us as local residents – butter-coloured bovines with big brown eyes – go about their business.
Let us know where you have traveled in the mountains of Spain.
Robin Graham writes about Andalusia, Spain and some other stuff. His stories can be found,with accompanying photography, at www.alotofwind.com. He’s a private person but, strangely, doesn’t mind being followed : @robinjgraham or liked (on Facebook) : alotofwind.com. Photography at http://robingraham.wix.com/de-la-luz