Soria is a land, belonging to the Autonomous Community of Castilla y León, whose inhabitants have always said, and not without reason, that 'it does not exist', due to the alleged lack of interest, both from the central government and from the regional governments in improve and expand its lack of infrastructure.

This deficiency is possibly much more noticeable at present, since having also registered a high rate of contagion caused by this plague called coronavirus, its already diminished health resources are directly affected, making this heartfelt governmental neglect and Sorians crying out to heaven for resources and help that never end.

Having said this with a spirit of solidarity, what the Sorians also know, although unfortunately they promote it little, is that despite feeling humiliatedly forgotten, it is the detail of telling, within the limits of their small province, that already in medieval times they had the importance of being considered nothing less than the Duero border, that no man's land that separated Christian Spain from Muslim Spain, with some corners so spectacular and wonderful that they leave their mark on the soul.

One of such places is the source of the Abión river, a place located a few kilometers from the immortal and medieval Calatanazor, which is popularly called the Fuentona, which, forming an almost perfect oval, where the waters acquire intense marine hues to then happily run, immaculate as the surface of a mirror, has been the protagonist of numerous legends and also the center of attention, during the eighties of the last twentieth century, of the caving team of Al filo de la aventura.

Because what really hides beneath that oval from whose depths the romantic might think that the enchanting eye of the enchantress Circe lurks, is an intricate world of stone, whose galleries, dominated by the disturbing presence of whimsical stalagmites and stalagtites, whose end nobody has been able to elucidate, although it is thought that it is very possible that it reaches the sea, which would already be a remarkable curiosity, being, as it is, little less than in the center of the Iberian Peninsula.

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