We went back to the same little café today to have breakfast. Mainly because the poor waiter had already figured out what we meant with our bad Spanish, but mostly because I could have toast to put my vegemite on! We even ordered tea correctly and I got it with milk on the side. Yay for small successes.
After brekkie we took a walk that both the guide book and the concierge had recommended, which led us up a street that ran along and below the Alhambra. There were old buildings, mainly convents (three of them) as well as the oldest building in Granada. It housed Andalucian baths and was a series of small rooms covered in a very thick stone roof. There were star shapes cut into the roof to allow light in, very cool ancient skylights. It was only about 10:00am butt was pretty hot already in the sun, so we ducked into a little pub for one of our favourite ‘fanta-limonada’ cold drinks. Out came the tapas! After a little eat of jamon on bread covered with chopped tomato and olive oil, we made our way back to the street and a little Spanish retail therapy.
We’re back on the road again now, on our way to Gibraltar and I am typing while we drive. It’s still a little freaky looking out the window while we fly around a highway with ravines on either side and I am sitting where the driver really should be. It’s a little challenging for both of us. We passed a huge dam in amongst these mountains though and just a moment ago, we got our first look at the Mediterranean though from high up on a hill overlooking Almuňécar and it’s everything you see in the pictures!
Later:
We decided we’d drive up to Gaucin, a pueblo blanco ( a white town). It was perched high up in the mountains and it was an interesting drive to say the least. It was definitely worth it though, the view back to where we had come from was phenomenal. There were more than one hairy moment on the windy narrow road though. We passed a massive wind farm and when we were up at Gaucin, we looked back and could see the road we took up there, with all the wind farm thingys lined up below us.
We arrived in Gibraltar with the rest of Europe and just could not figure out where to go. Google maps were telling us one thing while our sat nav screamed about how big a duo of idiots we were. After about 20 minutes, we gave up and rang the hotel, and we just happened to be about a block down the road, so all was good. Throughout all of this, the rock loomed large. It dominates the landscape and all of the streets are positioned so that as you drive, you are looking at it. This is the place that John and Yoko got married – and so part of me feels like I should have a big floppy white hat (see their wedding pics).
We found a steakhouse for dinner, something entirely different – and have had a good feed and a nice bottilio of rioja. We wandered back to the motel, this place is a little on the smelly side, and we’re settling down for the night – ready to make our way over to the rock tomorrow. There is a cable car to take visitors to the top, so we’re in for that!
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