This Sunday we went with a good friend of ours to the mountains, Aitana. We visit that place many times because there is a water spring, Font del Molí, where we fill the bottles with fresh water. We have been doing it for years and I probably mentioned it here more than once. It's not that we couldn't drink tap water at home. We can, but it has nothing to do with the freshness of that other water that comes out of the mountain.
We were very lucky this time. Sometimes there are people filling many bottles so we have to wait or we give up and just go for a walk. This time we arrived when one man was carrying the last, filled bottles to his car and greeted us. Maybe he could read my mind, as before I could ask if there was someone on the spring he stated that we got there in perfect time.
The three of us (my husband, our friend and I) took out the bottles from the trunk (we had 24 in total), climbed to the fountain and started to fill them. At that moment a couple arrived with a huge number of empty bottles, to do the same. 😂
Though I felt a bit of pity for them as now they had to wait for us, the luck we had was confirmed.
It can't be felt from the image, but the water is so cold. When summer, it gives refreshment but now, when it is winter, I don't even want to touch it. I leave this "work" to my husband.
If it is considered as work - change to the next empty bottle when one is filled.
What could I do in the meantime...? Find the info board with a bit of history. It explains a bit the importance this fountain has had since ancient times. We know that water means life and where there is good water there is a possibility to form settlements. Apparently, in Muslim times there was a settlement here called Ondara.
This water was used for human consumption, and also for the livestock that grazed here during the summers. There was also a flour mill, which is still here today but not used anymore for that purpose. I would gladly show it to you but I should not enter there (a few years ago it was still in an open area, but maybe someone bought the house and made a fence so I didn't want to trespass). However, to get an idea, you can see it in the photos from the information table.
There is also an explanation of how the water is infiltrated, through which layers it goes through before an aquifer is formed and then the water slides down until the opening in the surface - this spring.
Another luck - the water slid quickly into our empty bottles so we could take an additional walk with our friend in the surroundings. He is also a musician so we touched on several topics, concerts, teaching and family... This place was loved and frequently visited by some writers and musicians in the past too, as it seems that Óscar Esplá composed a symphony, inspired by this mountain. I learned about it from that info board and searched for that piece when I arrived home.
If you are interested to hear it, click here.
We didn't have too much time for the walk though as the sun doesn't reach this side of the mountain in the afternoon.
But this condition - colder air, shade and the proximity of water is perfect for...
For?
Yes, for mushrooms!
The Little Grey Hood wanted a new story but I just let her know these mushrooms are not so representative examples for celebrating a #FungiFriday party.
They popped out from a cut tree trunk that was lying in a field. My company was waiting for me in the distance, they did not come near to meet these little white growths.
They looked like white, soft marshmallows. Marsh-mush-mallow-shrooms. 😂
More marshmallows, on another side of this tree trunk, but I didn't try/touch any of these. No need, as I had some snacks with me, actually my husband brought them for me.
It is not a good idea to walk with me if I am hungry.
Wink wink!
Yum yum!
Bye bye!
