It was in San Sebastián where I heard for the first time of Mount Ernio. A friend, born in Asteasu, one of the small towns, that hang like a pearl necklace from the great mountain, told me about the beauty of the region and spoke of legends lead by beings with extraordinary powers.
I don’t know if it was due to the stories or of the love with which she spoke of her land, but the truth is that I couldn’t’ resist the charm of this half hidden place from the world that I hadn’t discovered yet.
On my next trip to San Sebastián (and due to the few kilometers separating the city from the region of Ernio) I had inevitably written it down in my plans. From Orio, the road GI-2631 runs between big trees with climbing plants. The grass grows in unlikely places; the moss invades the wood fences, giving the stones a velvety patina.