Traditions are passing from parents to children... It was the 1930s, according to the legend of the locals of Osuna, that in the early and silent mornings bathed in the thickest fog, as the “Cañada Real de Ronda” cattle road passed right between the hills of La Gomera and El Gomerón they heard the howls of the wolves at the top of the hills, many did not even want to look, they froze breath and held tight to the reins of their beasts to try to pass as quickly as possible. The wolves used to prowl around the countryside and these hills and it was right on top of a nearby herriza among wild olive trees and surrounded by a blanket of piglets that the distant figure of a wolf was last seen. Hence, that herriza was known and baptized generation after generation as “Herriza de la Lobilla” Our centuries-old olive trees have witnessed many legends since time immemorial, they tell stories of Romans, conquests, wolves and men, all of them lived from a privileged place, watching the passing of time.