Moratalla - Calasparra

A simple breakfast of pan tostado con aceite y cafe con leche, in a bar where most of the men were smoking (really strange to see this - we've all got used to smoke free pubs) and drinking carajillo (coffee with brandy) or even coffee with brandy and anis and something else I couldn't identify.
It was a beautiful morning walking out of Moratalla; dappled sunshine on the mountains, and the promise of a good day ahead.
Once outside Moratalla I met nobody again. Today is the fiesta of San Jose in these parts, so I guess not many people were out and about.
I followed a brand spanking new road for a while, which i thought must have been renovated because it was a back road to calasparra but instead it stopped at a semi-derelict farm. I couldn't quite understand this: the only explanation I could come up with was corruption of one sort or another: even so I would have expected a large estate with walls round it, not a few broken down buildings and a two up two down cottage.
The track continued across a field and alongside a river - I got a bit lost here but soon recovered the path. The signage for the path is much better so far than it was in Andalusia 7 years ago , and apart from that minor detour it's been really easy to follow.
I reached calasparra without further incident at about 3 o'clock and made my way to the hospedaje Constitucion where I'd booked a room. Not that there was any need - it seems to be empty. They put me in room 101.
I'm very favourably impressed with the place. because they told me I speak very good Spanish.
Had a great scratch meal of salad and judias.
It started raining here at about 6pm and it's been raining since. It's forecast for rain tomorrow as well.