A visit to Cehegin

 It all started by a post in a blog what I usually read somedays, it's called " los pies en la tierra". In this blog there are a post  that talk about a wildlife reserve in Cehegin a litle town in the north west of the Region de Murcia.  I read it and I wanted to visit this reserve, then  i teold my friends and we decided to visit it.

 This reserve is called Coto de las Maravillas. When we arrived,  we was susprised to see all the trees was green, after  the first rains since a year and half  of drought.

We walked along the path, between the trees,  listening the silence of the forest.

 In some places, there are banners like this which explain that you can watch in this reserve.

 Here is a photo of a footprint of a hart

  Here is a photo of a footprint of a badger.

  Here is a photo of a trail of  footprints of a hart in a dry creek.

 When we was in the top of the little hills, we look around and taht we saw was green and we liked because we from a desert country.

 Near of a path, we swa this tree, it was peeled because of harts rub their antlers against the trunks of the little trees to clean their antlers.

 Here, we saw a little house, It is abandoned refuge of rangers.

 Near of the Coto, there is abandoned mine of iron.

 After I visited Cehegin, I thinked what this town looks like Granada, but I was more surprised by one thing, It was always very clean,  more cleanest than Cartagena or Murcia.

 Here is a photo of a little sanctuary of the mother of Jesuschrist

 In this town, there are a great number of old houses of the century XV to XVII

 We ate a delicious food in a little tavern called La bodeguica. I recommend its cookery and the  good wine of Cañada de Canara that win several international awards.

 After we ate, we walked along the other part of the town what lacked vistit.

 When we came back to Cartagena, we brought the rain with us, and there was a flood in my city.

About a friend who write poetry.

A long time ago, in the planet Earth when Facebook was used for  meet people, not for play to Angry Birds, Farmville, or  anothers flash games.

At the time, un young and intellegent man  who meet people with  the same tastes, he used Facebook and he  met me.

We met us in a pub called " la Trainera", and we  talked about the comics, rol play games sci-fi and fantasy films. One day, he talked to me that he was a little poet, in his own word ( he said me in english) " a minor poet", then I thinked  this boy is very peculiar.

Our friendship was flowing, we talked about our tastes, until that a day that we went to cafe Ficciones to watch a poetry recital, in this moment I had a bad season, then I discovered the poetry like a therapy to  heal my soul.

From this day, I bought a poetry books of  poet that I listen in the cafe Ficciones, I wrote a poems in my blog, (this blog, ok).

From the meetings in cafe Ficciones, we went to the meetings with  Luis, el Lute and Gines, in  La Cañica, a pub in Los Dolores. In this meetings, we talk about clasical history, mobile technology, comics, books, ...this meetings was a like an intelectual paradise for me.

This friend that I write about him, he is called Jose Alfonso Perez Martinez, he is a kind, peculiar ( :) ) intelligent and clever person,  also he write a highly recommended blog called " por estar contigo".

Pepe, see you. ( nos vemos) when we want and can us.

Hereinafter, bye facebook, you dont are my blog

I started to write this blog in january of 2007, and two years after, in 2009 I began to write my Facebook. In this two years I wrote  almost everyday until  I began to write in my facebook because is most interactive but after a time  I think that everything  I write is own of facebook.

Then I went to make decision to write in my blog the most important happened in my life, during a time even the only person that watch this blog is only me because I was very sick of  questions of the persons about my love life.

Three years ago and two love relations failed, my life change 180 º,  in this time I  realized that  I accepted myself not by the other people. Then I stopped being a toy  in hands of the  people interested and  I began to enjoy  my life.

This previous time that I wrote was for me like a  personal earthquake, in this moment my mind was opnening  and news ways of thinking flowed to my mind.


See you

Tintin and the red partridges of Campillo de Adentro

Hello

 Today,  we went to  Campillo de Adentro where my father is a owner  of  lands .

 We are my father, Tintin and me.   We went to water the fruit trees and  to plant  lima beans that it is a  traditional farming in the country of Cartagena. The lima beans use in a traditional dish food of Cartagena called Michirones.

 When I finisehd to plant, I hike with Tintin along the little hills that are around Campillo de Adentro to see Tintin, the red partridges when the hunt season begin, he will ready.

When Tintin and me was a hill side,  a flock of partridges went flying  like a rockets. Tintin saw them and he saw me like ask me " what is it?"

Here I put a video of a  trek in Campillo de Adentro



Bye

the sunflower seeds

Hello

While my microwave defrost a coked dish, I write about because I like eat sunflower salad seed. ...

Ok, I just eat my dish food and hanging clothes from de the washer and while I try write something I read a blog called "lospiesenlatierra", it is a blog about the wildlife of the south east of Spain.

The last post talk about wild sheep in Aguilas,  an eels find in a irrigation ditch near of Murcia and a little plant of Tallante ( my mother is from Tallante) a little village from Cartagena. Here I leave a video.













P.D.
I know Maria Jose, who apear in the video.

Al - Mudayna. Trail running or running along the country.

This past yesterdey, I went with my friends to participate in a race  along the hills of Caravaca de la Cruz,  in the north -west of Region de Murcia.
The race is very beautiful  and the people of the village of La Almudema is very kind.

 It is a race of trail running, as the same running along the country or mountains or deserts or any landscape of wilderness.

In my town, Cartagena, there is a hill that the trail runners and others people used to train in this sport. this mountain call " monte Roldan" but due to use this hill is very erored and is very dirty.

Somedays, the club of trekking of Cartagena organize days of cleanups where a lot of people go to cean the hill but even so after a few days,   the hill apear again very dirty contaminated by them to those who love nature.

More education and less competition.

Tintin, this is my dog

 This is Tintin, my dog. It is a kind dog.. Tintin is with me since december of 2013. Along four month I walk with him along the country. Until my friend, Fran telt me:

- Antonio, Tintin need meet others dogs,  to be social with dogs and other persons. Then Tintin will have not fear of the other dogs.

A day Tintin and me, went to the country where the other dogs of Fran and Fran friends' stayed.

 There was two boxers, one terranova, two german sheeperds, two greyhounds, a brithish stanford bull terrier and a beagle.  Tintin was afraid, and the others dogs smelt him, and then... he ran  and the other dogs ran and caught him, and fougth with him like he was their toy , when he can escaped from them and he ran to me.





So the days passed, and my litlle pointer get bigger and  faster until only the greyhounds caught him. the others dogs began respect him and play with him as an equal except a greyhound called Shiva. Shiva always caught a Tintin and  bit him in his neck. The owner of Shiva always said:
 " It's the way to play of my dog".

 Until yesterday, when I caught a Shiva when this in turn bitten Tintin and then Shiva cried and his owner said:

-  What do you doing? Why?
- Because is my dog and your dog bit him and you dont made anything and I am sick.

 -Also, Tintin could bit my Shiva.
- For six months, Tintin went here to play with others dogs and always he never bit any dog. I solve a solution for this problem. I go a other site for walk with my dog because you don't know teach your dog and you don't know another site  because of your lack of education.

Yesterday by the night when we  went back to home, for first time in a long time,  Tintin had playfulness.

Sometimes, I think that the worl is a better place to live if all the people have  how to behave with others.