The winter is drawing in to the Alpujarras and firewood has become a major priority. Gaunt, shivering souls wander the villages waiving €50 notes at the locals and wailing ¿leña?, desperate to score a bag of olive logs at any price. Our latest guests didn't let it spoil their enjoyment, however, as this enthusiastic review demonstrates:
"We had such a good time - your lovely house is a credit to you...beautifully converted, and very comfortable. Juviles - well, I recall a poem by Rod McKuen (you are probably too young!) called 'Listen to the Quiet'. That says it all. It was cold (to be expected at this time of year) but bright and sunny, and we were lucky. It was a wonderful short break, and we hope to return at some stage, and won't hesitate to recommend you to everyone. I am just downloading my photos - the colours of the autumn trees were spectacular. We took 2 bags of wood for the fire, but used it the first evening, then had a few panic-stricken moments tracking more down - there was none to be had in Cadiar or even Trevelez, and no reply from the guy in the main street, but finally, a chance remark to a lady who was sweeping her path brought forth the mystical 'wood man', so for €20 we had two large-ish crates, which warmed us beautifully! Such a lovely part of the world - thank you for bringing it to us!"