My Favourite Place

MY deary PLACE IN MY CITY I am in bop with a situate in my origin city. It is a special snatch for me. It is called El Cejo. My father discove carmine it to me. He is keen on spark off and I have inherited his hobby. Since I have been a boor he has taken me to spend the afternoon hiking. This place is located instead near my house just with some steps you have the touch sensation you ar not in Lorca. My region is extremely dry entirely this place is like an oasis in the desert. To gain access to El Cejo you need to go up a sandy hill. Arriving to the hill the start-off thing you tail assembly disc all over is an imposing castle.Its two towers have been policing the city for many centuries. It dates from the Muslim period when the city played a world-shaking role. It was in the frontier of two important kingdoms in medieval times. In one side of the castle in that location is a hidden fashion. This qualify path takes you to my paradise. The shew is red limestone w ith tiny pebbles. At the start you basin glimpse the chain of mountains of the valley, several reservoirs and farmers working in the countryside. The range of act upon of the crops spread over the landscape. Sometimes you rotter even smell outside bonfires.There ar abrupt slopes with cliffs joint by stone cement tie. The bridges are secured with steel banisters, translateing as the height is considerable. You can find caves carved by the nature and decorated by prehistoric inhabitants with red and ochre drawings. Lizards and birds singing form the inhabitants of this timberland. Nobody escapes the eye of the eagles that fly over their home. The pines stand in line like schoolchildren and drop their needles give ups when they are not green any more. The bushes accompany the trees, leaving pleasant fragrances like the rosemary.At the equal time, the silence fills the place sometimes it is interrupted by the barking of the dogs accompanying their owners in a relaxing walking. The paths are sculpted by the footprints of bicycles and hikers. Moreover, there are streams of fresh water where you can drink. Steep stairs and uneven make can be found in some parts of the path. In some parts the way is narrow because of enormous rocks. The vegetation breaks into them. The ground is plastered with roots of trees that quietly have seen the time passing. The sun is endlessly smiling.In winter days the wind whistles around the trunks. In summer days it can be hot as hell. All the plants are yucky to long periods of droughts. The rain is hardly ever present. Halfway there are several viewpoints where hikers sit on rotten wood benches eating snacks to get hold from the walking and admiring the turquoise blue sky with clouds like sponges. They can see the valley with its empty river. However, sometimes this river cause fear when it wakes up in rainy periods threatening the city with floods. At the end of the path you can find the reason of the name of the place.C ejo in Spanish is a perpendicular deep cut in the mountain. At the bottom of it there is a fountain with water as cold as ice. A fiction says that a Muslim princess and a Christian soldier fell in love and as their love was impossible, they committed suicide throwing themselves over the cliff. later that, a source appeared and the people named it after the lovers (enamorados). The people who know this place are like a family. Maybe they have never seen you before but they greet everybody who enjoys the wonders of the place.Walking through this forest it is a pleasure for your senses. You can smell pure air from the nature. Nevertheless, everything is not perfect. You can find methamphetamine and dogs faeces thanks to thoughtless people. People jogging leave the feat aroma. Normally there are not many people but in September the city holds a sport festival and there is an organized walking to this forest from city centre. Every year the wood meets new people that feel surprised by this heaven. Children walk retentivity their parents hands and adults chat while they enjoy the scenery.I like to take my dogs with me and leave them loose. Therefore, for them El Cejo has a special meaning. It is where they can run freely. Their big ears move like ears of rabbits. They love to speed and stop to smell the scented wildflowers. The path boasts being well-known among nature lovers who can use signs to avoid getting lost during its eight kilometres. It is by far one of my favourite places in my city. Maybe this place is not great thing but for me it is unique. I can relax and forget all my problems.