Tales of the Alhambra

Granada was a fast 90 min drive from our house but of course, we didn't head out until midday. It's very hard to get everyone going in the morning!

We first headed to Plaza Nueva for a nice lunch at Torres Bermejas, a restaurant with both Granada specialties as well as pasta and pizza (satisfied all the constituencies!). I tried the Habas con Jamon - baby broad beans sauteed with bits of ham. It was pretty good although it was something that would have been better in a tapas portion!

After a short stroll around the town (with a yummy gelato stop), we headed up the hill to the Alhambra - we walked up, which was a little tiring, but pretty.

We had a specific entry time into the Nasrid Palace, so we headed there first. Although the tiles were less vibrant that what we had seen at Real Alcazar in Sevilla, the whole building was just wonderful. The only downside was that we were surrounded by a couple of tour groups so some of the spaces were a little crowded. And sadly, the lions in the Court of Lions had been moved elsewhere due to a renovation.We also saw the palace of Carlos V - like many conquering kings, he decided to build his palace on top of the palace of his vanquished foe. Which was a little incongruous - the solid Renaissance palace did not compare well to the light elegance of the Moorish architecture.

After the Palace, we walked down to the Alcazabar, the ruined fortress area that's the oldest part of the Alhambra. We had a great view of the town from the tower.Then we wandered around the Generalife which are the palace gardens. This was probably my favorite part of the complex - the gardens were lovely, there was a nice view of the palaces and the fountains were relaxing.
After roaming the complex for over 3 hours, we were tired but happy.

More Churros

Churros are part of the standard breakfast in Andalucia, and so far, we've tried three different vendors near our house. Our house owners had recommended one particular place and we finally made it there this morning.

First the batter is fed from the funnel contraption into a huge vat of oil, with a stick to shape it into a large coil.
After a minute, two sticks were used to flip it over.
After another minute, the entire coiled churro was pulled out of the oil and put onto a rack to drain. Then it was cut - this coil was cut into 10 pieces.We took it home, threw a bunch of sugar on it, and devoured it.

Malaga - a nice Spanish town

Although many people coming to the Costa del Sol fly into Malaga airport, most of them bypass the city of Malaga altogether, opting to head for either the inland sights or resort towns like Marbella.

But Malaga is a lovely town, with a central area that's charming and not overly built up. We headed in to visit the Gibralfaro Castle, which provided a bird's eye view over Malaga and much of the Costa del Sol. Apparently you're supposed to be able to see the coast of North Africa on a clear day - alas, we didn't.Then we headed down into the center of town to grab a quick lunch (a late lunch, it was around 3 pm by the time we sat down) and strolled around the town, making the requisite cathedral stop.

Finally we headed to the Picasso Museum. Picasso was born in Malaga, although he moved up to Barcelona in his teens (and then later to Paris). This museum was founded with a 150 piece collection donated by his daughter-in-law and grandson. It was a beautiful space - a renovated 17th century palace - and a well-laid out collection. The kids enjoyed themselves.

Then back to the house for a swim and BBQ dinner that ended around 11 pm.

Gorgeous Sevilla

We set out for a 2+ hour drive for Seville yesterday morning. It was about 190 km but was on fast motorways almost the whole time.

Seville is the current capital of Andalucia province but was also the historic capital of southern Spain for many years. It was a beautiful city, albeit 41°C when we arrived. That's hot enough to wilt the kids and me (despite all my years in Singapore and Thailand!).We immediately headed to find lunch at Cervecería Giralda, a tapas bar in the shadow of the Cathedral. It's located in a space that was formerly a Moorish bathhouse - so the vaulted ceilings are beautiful, as are the tiled walls. We had tapas (again! I think I'm done with tapas for a few meals) - I've become more finicky about tapas after all the meals. This one was ok, with a tortilla espagnola smothered in some kind of gravy as the highlight.

After lunch, we headed over to the Cathedral - alas, there was a big sign saying that because of a special occasion, the Cathedral would be closing at 15:30 that day. Guess what time it was?! Yes, 3:35 pm. Oops.

So we wandered over to the Real Alcázar, the royal palace where King Juan Carlos still stays when he's in the area. I love Moorish architecture - the complexity and finesse of the arches and swirls, the use of water elements, the fanciful designs. This palace was a joy to walk through.

After we left the palace, we took a walk around the Cathedral (the largest Christian church in the world by volume!) and found a side door open. So we sneaked in and saw a little bit of a concert by a children's choir with some boys in traditional costume doing a dance. It was charming. So we did experience the soaring heights of the cathedral after all, but didn't get to go to the top of the tower or visit Christopher Columbus' remains.

Seville has many pleasant, pedestrian-only streets so we strolled around for a little while and had ice cream and dessert at La Campana, apparently Seville's most famous patisserie. Then grabbed some very good sandwiches and a caesar salad (first one I've found in Spain!) and headed out for the long drive home.

Sounds of the country

There are few rooms with air conditioning here at Rancho del Ingles so we sleep with the windows open - thankfully with the mosquito nets over the windows. But this means that we can hear everything outside = and sound carries very well in the countryside.

At night, someone was having an '80s party somewhere in the province because at 1 am, the distinct sounds of "Footloose" floated over the air as I was trying to get to sleep.

After the human party wound down, the dogs decided to have a chat across the valley - lots of gossip was exchanged and arguments were had through the various barking conversations that took place for a while.

At around 5:30 am, the roosters started crowing. Now as a city girl, I was under the impression that roosters typically crowed a few times around dawn - then called it a day and went to bother the hens. Not these Spanish roosters. They (like the dogs) seemed to be crowing at each other in conversation - there were at least 6 distinct crows. And they crowed for a while - I think around an hour.

After the roosters have quieted down, the flocks of birds start twittering and tweeting. I think they're all right outside my window, but at least this sound is relatively relaxing.

Another day in paradise.

Pueblo Blanco Ronda

It was a beautiful day in Andalucia and we had a 90 min drive over to Ronda, one of the pueblos blancos or white hill towns. We took the scenic route, which was a very curvy drive with lots of switchbacks but with pretty views of little towns.

Despite some of the predictions I had read, Ronda was relatively deserted of tourists when we arrived. It reminded me of Gordes in Provence with the hillside perch and the beautiful views. Of course, Gordes was overrun when we were there, so the quiet of Ronda was a nice change.

We had lunch at Restaurant Don Miguel (pictured above), right under the famed bridge (this bridge is featured in all the Andalucia tourism ads). Lunch was imminently forgettable, other than the lovely location. This bridge (the new bridge, from 1793!) crossed into the old town and we had a nice hike across it, and back across the old bridge (2 centuries older).

Ronda is also the home of the bullfight and has a famous old bullring. Here are the kids doing their best matador imitations.

We've determined that a successful vacation requires one, if not two, ice cream stops per day - so we made the requisite stop in Ronda and headed home via the coast. It was interesting to see how built up the Costa del Sol was - golf courses, big beautiful homes on the hills and right down by the coast, massive, ugly condo complexes and hotels. This was quite the contrast with the inland areas.

And finally, the kids jumped into the pool and we had a quiet dinner at home at 9 pm. We're really taking to these Spanish hours ;)

Rancho del Ingles

On Saturday morning, we took a short flight down to Malaga on ClickAir - a Spanish low-cost carrier. We picked up our car and drove a short distance to Alhaurin de la Torre, to our home for the next week, Rancho del Ingles.I have to admit that it was a little more rustic than I had expected, but it's definitely grown on me over the past day.The whole rancho consists of multiple buildings with a total of 10 bedrooms, 3 kitchens and a nice pool. We're surrounded by fruit trees - we had plums and oranges from those trees today. My friend Leslie provides an overview here.
My bedroom is in the tower of the main building. It's a small room with beautiful views but it's most unique feature is an outdoor bathroom. Now, this may be common in high end resorts in Hawaii, but it's a little unusual for a renovated farmhouse in Andalucia.
I'm getting used to showering in the open air, hearing the birds and feeling the breeze :)