Around a hundred years ago, Mojácar had a population of six thousand
people. Almost all of them lived either in the village itself, or in the
surrounding hamlets, where water was available. Unlike today, few if
any of them lived on the beach: views were not held to be of use then.
The
town began to lose inhabitants following a fall in the water table (no
doubt from having cut down all the trees), bringing inevitably less
agriculture and more poverty. In those times, where the main way in and
out was by sea to Garrucha, and the only land traffic was occasional
donkey-trains heading towards Almería, Granada and Albox, life revolved
around the raw material available locally. The village-folk of Mojácar
never fished, and their prime sources of food came either from the huertas, the orchards, or the goat-herders.
An
attack in the early years of the last century by a swarm of locusts put
paid to the produce for a year or two, and many decided to leave for a
better life. A regular ship called El Oranero left Garrucha for
the Algerian city of Oran and then on to Barcelona every two weeks, and
more than a few local people bought themselves a one-way passage.
The
second bullet for Mojácar was the Spanish Civil War which lasted from
1936 to 1939. While the war ended with a Nationalist victory, the
defeated side of the Republic (which included the entire province of
Almería) was to suffer for many years from further shortages, rationing
and privations. More people left as a result - ending up in many cases
in Lyon and Marseilles in France (there are still Mojaqueros
today who speak Spanish with a French accent), Frankfurt in Germany and,
further afield, to Argentina (the Minguito restaurant in the village is
a returned family from Argentina).
As they left for a better
life, the people of Mojácar were unable to sell their homes. There were
quite literally no buyers. The best they could do would be to dismantle
their house, selling the rejas, the beams, the doors and the tiles for whatever they could find. These houses, once abandoned, were merely ruins.
The very castle of Mojácar, described in the encyclopedia of 1920 as 'inmutable', which translates as 'unknockdownable', was demolished for its stone.
By
the fifties, there was little left of the village. From six thousand,
now only six hundred remained. Plans were afoot to be ruled from
next-door Carboneras.
Then, the Civil Governor in far-off Almería
chose Jacinto Alarcón to be the new mayor. Jacinto recalled that he had
to decide where the very streets would go as the village was little more
than rubble. He offered to give away ruins to those who would fix them
up within a year. There were several takers including a few senior foreign diplomats (the Calle de los Embajadores in the village is tribute to this). His second idea was to approach the Minister of Tourism in Madrid, Manuel Fraga Iribarne, to build a Parador hotel on Mojácar Playa. To his astonishment, the minister agreed and the hotel opened in 1966.
Jacinto's ambitions worked and the fortunes of Mojácar were
reversed. By 1965, the village was showing signs of life again.
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