Day 19: Jaen

October 3, 2004

We awoke this morning still holding out a bit of hope that we still might recover the missing pannier. We talked ourselves into imagining that some honorable soul had found it and turned it in to the police - not the most likely scenario, but with so much at stake it was worth pursuing. I forget how we had learned this, but we were aware now that we would need to get replacement passports from one of the U.S. Consulates - which at that time were only in Madrid and Barcelona. So, obviously a trip ender - either one is too far away to get there and return somehow and then resume our interrupted tour.

An aside: I see that there is now also a U.S. Consulate in Seville, which reopened just last year. So if you lose your passport in Spain, you’ve got more options now.

Alcala la Real is a small place - large enough for a local police station, but not for the Spanish equivalent of the highway patrol. We stopped in at the police station first thing after leaving the hotel, but they were unable to help because they don’t have jurisdiction. They informed us that we needed to visit a Civil Guard station, and said there was one in Jaen, our planned destination for the day.

Oddly enough, I remember the ride to Jaen as one of the most scenic of the entire tour. The land between Alcala and Jaen is a rugged upland, with gorgeous olive draped hills separated by dramatic gorges. The province of Jaen is practically blanketed wall to wall with olives, and is the most important olive growing region of Spain - it produces more olives than all of Italy.

For the first half of the ride we slowly approached the small town of Fuensanta de Martos by following the crest of a ridge that arced past a conical hill that mesmerized me as we slowly approached and skirted it. Some of the prettiest riding I remember experiencing anywhere.

Today’s route follows the road angling down and to the left, passing through Fuensanta de Martos, and then crossing the high ridge on the right before dropping to Jaen.

I became fixated on that conical hill in the middle rising above Fuensanta, watching its colors and the lines of its olive groves slowly shift for the next hour or so as we gradually skirted it.

The Arroyo de la Umbria. We’d have had an easier day of it if our road went through it, but instead we have a 2,000’ climb over the ridge to the north before dropping back again to Jaen.

Looking north across Jaen as we drop into it from the highlands to the south.

We had long been anticipating our stay in Jaen, at the parador (a deluxe state-run Spanish hotel, usually in a significant historical building). We had never stayed in a parador before, and it was a splurge for us - but for reasons I don’t recall now we decided to try one out. The Jaen parador is a conversion of Santa Catalina castle, a fortress with moorish origins dating back to the thirteenth century.

Ancient fortresses of course are invariably built on the high ground, and this one was no exception. We should have expected this of course, but still it was an unwanted challenge to find a steep six hundred foot climb at the close of a long day. It is a beautiful place alright, and the views from the top Santa Catalina Hill are impressive; but I’m not honestly sure I’d do this again. It’s pretty remote, and we didn’t see any of the historical city in our stay here. We might have gotten a better look if we’d stayed below.

At the entrance to the Jaen Parador. I really love the Rodriguez I have now, but looking at this photo reminds me of how much I loved my Cannondale before it.

This is a reenactment of our arrival, from the morning we departed. We were too hot and tired when we first arrived to care about staging a photo, but we made up for it on the way out when it was cool and foggy. I must have really wanted this photo to bothered coasting down and then biking back up again for it. Pretty great shot though, and well worth it - right?

No doubt about it - the views were definitely spectacular.

I think we’re looking here across the northwestern suburbs of Jaen.

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For the day: 42 miles, 3,700’; for the tour: 690 miles, 45,930’

Today's ride: 42 miles (68 km)
Total: 466 miles (750 km)

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