After a serious personal struggle, I managed to get myself to leave the tapas paradise of Granada so that Philipp, Mike and I could move on. We had heard about the hippie villages around Orgiva and we wanted to go check them out. I assumed the position:
We drove around the edges of the Sierra Nevada to get there. Another ridiculously beautiful journey.
We spotted a giant olive press just off the road. There were three or four cars all lined up waiting to dump their olives through the thick metal grill in the ground, from where they would be carried to the press by a belt. We tried to ask about how it worked, but no one could speak English and our Spanish is still terrible. From what we could tell, it seems that farmers from the area are paid by the kilo for their olives.
Stopped to buy come oranges from an old lady sitting outside her house…
And also honey (aka Miel):
Then on to Orgiva. Mike’s friend Carlijn was waiting for us there and showed us how to get up to the hippie village. Out of the city, under a bridge, onto a narrow dirt path, a few sharp turns, over a hill and we were there.
El Morreon is an incredible place. Some people have been living here for years off the grid in self-built treehouses and yurtas and vans and buses, and some people, like us, are only passing through. A good portion of the people who live in this place do so because they abhor the system. They fiercely resist anything that they see as violating their privacy, and for that reason, many harbor a particular distaste for the internet. Therefore, I won’t be posting any photos of the village itself, even though it was one of the most interesting places that I’ve ever been to. If you want to see it, you’ll just have to go visit there yourself 🙂
One of my favorite things to make on the campfire is grilled pizza. My mother used to make this in the backyard on our gas grill when I was a teenager and it’s something I will make over and over for the rest of my life. We invited the people who were camping in our area over to our fire for dinner. I made about a billion personal pizza crusts (from scratch, bc I’m a pro), tomato sauce (also from scratch, because I’m a pro) and then put out some sliced salami, onions, mushrooms, olives, sun dried tomatoes, and about three different kinds of cheese (did I mention that I am a pro?). Philipp managed the grill while I rolled out the dough and everyone got to make their own pizzas. The best part? Nearly all of the food we used was saved from the dumpster. We ate, drank beer, and shared stories around the fire until the wee hours.
While we were sitting and talking, someone who lives in the camp came by with a bag of clothes that he had found, asking if we wanted any.
The next morning, Carlijn walked up to the farmer’s house on the next hill and asked him for some goat milk. She gave us some as she passed our bus on the way back. She and some others used the rest of it to make paneer-style cheese.
Philipp, Mike and I took a long ride to the top of the Sierra Nevada on our two Suzukis. We had a few mechanical issue on the way up, but it was fantastic ride. More about that trip coming in the next post.
We spent the next few days in El Morreon getting to know the people there and swinging around on this cool rope.
People from the hippie village further up the mountain called Beneficio came over with a giant sack full of bread that they baked in their hand built stone oven. Two euros apiece. It was so delicious.
View of the river behind the village:
Baked beans and bread for dinner!
So many memories made here 🙂