Spurred by the rigors of hell, pardon the summer, Madrid, when over tightened the heat wave, one tries to find a place not too far from home where you get to escape from the summer slumber and enjoy a benefactor sombra.Buscando and researching, mulling options, just by directing our inquiries to a small village in the foothills of the port of Somosierra a distance, 90 miles, filled our aspirations closeness. And what we found exceeded our expectations precedentes.La Hollin, a name which means "place of holly, but does not live up to its name, is a haven of paz.Con a permanent population of just 50 residents, the place exudes tranquility raudales.Como jokingly remarked one of its inhabitants, in the Hollin stress.A is recycled despite its relative proximity to the capital, is not reflected in the tourist saturation Acebeda so extreme as in other rural havens is significant that it is virtually impossible to acquire a title within its boundaries, municipal governing municipal.Parece that have opted for a sustainable tourism development no need to over-exploit their generous resources in a prudent policy worthy of admiration pública.Y strictly speaking, it would be desirable that this continue.
Finally, imagine a large oak, as they hear, dense, intricate, pierced by a pristine stream whispering framed within a landscape ensoñador.Solazarse in the grass that grows on the banks of the brook, lulled by the cool breeze waving branches of the oaks and lulled by the murmur of water running between the rocks that dot its course can be considered as one of the most exquisite pleasures that one can disfrutar.Algo that, frankly, is not this precio.Y extreme consumer society all We know how valuable it can become something that has no precio.Quizás because, as the case at hand, is priceless for the simple reason that there is likely to be subject to venta.La Acebeda, my treasure.
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