CASTELVISPAL

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View of Castelvispal



This is a very small village, of no more than 15 houses, which we would probably term as a hamlet. It comes under the jurisdiction of Linares de Mora some 12 kilometres distance and shares the same coat of arms.


At one time, this very special place for me, was a thriving village with 100 inhabitants, its own church and priest together with a textile factory that functioned on water power from the trout infested river Linares. In the winter of 2018/2019 there was only one person living there. Before that there were usually 5 or 6 inhabitants. Of course in the summer there are up to 40 or 50 residents, many from the Barcelona region, whose families spend their vacations there.


It was, Alberto, a veterinary friend from Cullera a resort that lay along the coast to the South of Valencia, who provoked the first spark of my interest in the Maestrazgo region of Teruel and which was happily to consume a great deal of my life from that point onwards. Alberto, veterinary surgeon, more English than most Englishmen in his tweed jackets and cavalry twill trousers, wove an extraordinary kaleidoscope of what was waiting for me in that enigmatic mountainous area of the Maestrazgo.


And the starting point was to be Castelvispal.


"The village", he said, "was some 9 kilometres from the main highway, along little more than a dirt track." Carefully he explained that, apart from pot holes and twists and turns, there was only one stream to pass which, if it had not been raining a great deal, would not prove a problem. "When you arrive there ," he went on to say, "go straight to the large house in front of the church and ask for Antonia. Tell her that Alberto the fisherman from Valencia has sent you and she will take care of everything." And thus this important new phase in my life began. It was a fine Spring day when my wife and young daughter set out. The snow still lay in isolated pockets on the roadside and ice cream toppings of the surrounding mountains when we made this journey which would prove to be the initiation of a large part of my life being dedicated to this part of the Real Spain that few foreigners have seen.

   

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