At the moment we are renting a strange old villa in a small rural town in the mountains of rural Spain, which is about 20 minutes from the land we are purchasing to build our house. Literally across the road from our front door is a little track leading up into the olive groves and the side of the Mountain. It's a well known hiking and mountain biking route and often have groups of people flock by our house at the weekends and on national and local fiestas. There are a few marked routes that take you way up into the mountain, but as we've had the little leg-crew with us when we've gone exploring, we've not traveled those routes yet.
At one point along our route there's an abandoned cluster or houses and buildings. Hardly a village by English standards, but by Spanish standards I guess it once would have been. The old crumbling walls show remnants of long-ago decorated blue exteriors with big chunky wooden doors. To me it looks like something straight outta Mexico and I love it.
Here's a few pics that I took on our last sunny excursion.