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  • Day16

    The drive to La Santa

    March 8 in Spain ⋅ ⛅ 17 °C

    Oh what a drive! We left our charming Delta Hotel after a lovely breakfast of Iberian ham, cheeses, fruit, yogurt and delicious bread. As with last night, we had the dining room to ourselves and they turned on the English adult pop when we walked in! Another cloudless day, about 17 C; a good day to drive.

    Our 5 hour drive to Tortana was pretty uneventful. Good roads, only one toll for a tunnel, through rugged, rolling hills. The main agricultural products seemed to be oranges and fruit trees, just starting to bloom. Our first sign of trouble was that the GPS did not recognize the address we had, the name of the hotel, or any other information that we had. The tourist office in Tortana closed just before we got there so our only option was to ask various residents for directions to La Jardine De la Santa. No one spoke much English but we all used hand-signals. We did finally find the hotel after asking a woman walking on the street, a bar tender and a patron in a bar, a group of 10 high school students, and a man cleaning the tombs in a cemetery!

    The hotel, a renovated nunnery was very high on a hill near a town called Aledo. Tortana was only the mailing address (like trying to find Streetsville with only Mississauga as the location). We finally found it by trying every choice on the last traffic circle.

    But it was worth it! The convent is a beautiful old building set in a garden in a valley. Tory and I walked 1 km uphill to see a statue of Jesus and a beautiful view of the surrounding countryside. The path was lined with the stations of the cross and the bells in the tower rang at regular intervals. Just lovely.

    Tomorrow, we do our final leg of driving to get to our timeshare on the Costa Del Sol.
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  • Day17

    The Costa Del Sol

    March 9 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 17 °C

    We started out a bit worried as, once again, the GPS did not recognize any of the information that we had on the timeshare resort. We drove through an ever changing landscape; fruit trees in rocky fields, dry river beds, several tunnels through the mountains, fertile valleys and even glimpses of the Sierra Nevadas with snowy peaks.

    Trying to learn from yesterday, we stopped at a big hotel in Mijas to get directions. The woman in reception was very helpful and drew us a map of where to go. The communities on the Costa Del Sol are very dense with lots of small roads to endless condo buildings. But with only one additional stop for directions we got to the Club Calahondo.

    We have 2 two-bedroom units. Tory’s brother, Charles, is joining us for a few days so they will make good use of the second bedroom. The units are smallish but clean and well appointed. A trip to the Mercado (and 77 Euros later), we were too pooped to go back out. Dinner of wine and pizza was just perfect.
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  • Day19

    Mijas

    March 11 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 15 °C

    After another twisty drive up a mountain, we got to the lovely village of Mijas, famous for its donkey wagons. We parked the van and wandered the picturesque town. The photos say it all.
    Dinner was another adventure. Tory and Christine had spotted a restaurant on the water they wanted to try. We set out in the van and after many wrong turns parked in a MacDonalds over flow lot near where they thought the restaurant to be. We walked about a kilometre along the boardwalk in the dark and came to the place they thought might be our destination. Not about to explore any further, the men decided to stop and eat. Two days later, we walked the boardwalk only to discover the same restaurant was right below our hotel!Read more

  • Day20

    Ronda

    March 12 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 15 °C

    We thought yesterday’s drive was a challenge but we were wrong. Today had more twisty mountain roads coupled with a harrowing trip through the town up a narrow cobblestone road that was almost vertical! Thankfully we found a good parking lot near the “I” and set out to explore a unique city divided in two by a very deep gorge.

    The bridge area was crowded with picture takers but the rest of the walk was fairly quiet. This city is known for its location on cliffs and also for its history of cave dwellings. A few of them have been preserved and we stuck our heads in for a look. Christine’s and Charles’s lunch of lentil stew at an out of the way little restaurant was a highlight. Upon our return, Charles used the Internet to find a lovely restaurant (La Taverna) for our dinner. The waiter couldn’t be more helpful or gracious and the Tapas were the best we had had. The evening finished with all of us singing with the local guitarist......too much wine at dinner?
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  • Day22

    Different Paths

    March 14 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 17 °C

    Today the group went in different directions.
    Tory, Roger and Charles drove to Gibraltar and the Delaney’s walked the boardwalk for a few kilometres. We regrouped in the evening to share stories then went to dinner.

    Their trip to The Rock was a big success. They left their car at the border and hired a cab to take them to the top, the caves, the monkey spa and the tunnels. They enjoyed it just as much as Brian had the week before.

    Our walk was quite pleasant but not half as exciting. The boardwalk extends as far as the eye can see in both directions.

    Dinner at Bogarts was a lovely experience. Within walking distance, the only problem we experienced was trying to find the front door! Fortunately our gracious waitress saw us out the window and came to our aid. Waiting for the paella to cook, we shared tapas and wine.....yummy. Coincidentally, the guitar player we met on our previous outing appeared to serenade us again.
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  • Day23

    Slow Day

    March 15 in Spain ⋅ ⛅ 15 °C

    Everyone had a late breakfast (too much wine last night) then Charles left for Portugal today. In the afternoon, Brian volunteered to drive Tory and Christine to a large department store, El Corte Ingles that they had been lusting to visit. Our finicky GPS surprised us and we arrived in good time. Brian suggested we meet in 1.5 hours and Christine reluctantly agreed. The timing worked out but the store was a bit of a disappointment; too pricey. Tory did buy some clothes for the grandkids in a discount section.
    Dinner was leftovers and anything left in the fridge, as we leave tomorrow.
    The pictures were taken from our balcony.
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  • Day21

    Torremolinos, Spain

    March 13 in Spain ⋅ 🌬 18 °C

    For a welcome change, Brian and Christine made the short drive to Torremolinos. Roger, Tory and Charles went off Nerja to see caves and Frigiliana to see friends.

    Torremolinos has a VERY long boardwalk, lined with restaurants and shops. We walked about an hour and then stopped for lunch. Christine had anchovies “cooked” in lemon juice. Delicious! She had not had them since Italy. Brian had a huge salad and gazpacho. The presentation was interesting. First he got a bowl of puréed tomato soup then they brought a tray of chopped tomatoes, chopped green peppers, croutons, chopped celery so you can customize your soup.

    Christine's watch died shortly after we got here so she bought a 9 Euro replacement and a summer clutch. We have not done much shopping but there is still time.

    We tried to visit the Old Town but our GPS had other ideas and took us home!

    There were a number of intricate sand sculptures on the beach. The only pictures we took!
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  • Day633

    Andalusia Day in Malaga

    February 28 in Spain ⋅ ⛅ 17 °C

    Our journey from Portugal to Spain took us around busy Seville (which would have been quicker had the outer ring road been completed!) and then on to a campsite overlooking La Vinuela lake, a perfect location in order to visit our friends Nigel and Tracy whom we hadn't seen for a year.

    Unfortunately, Tracy was back in the UK but we entertained ourselves in her absence with a trip into the historical centre of Malaga. It was a beautiful day and the streets were packed with Spanish families enjoying the outdoors but shouldn't the children have been at school and the parents at work on a weekday? Normally yes, but it was Andalusia Day and everyone was making the most of a day off.

    We wandered around the old town, which has been beautifully restored; pedestrian streets flanked by both modern shops and traditional tapas bars, as well as a Gothic cathedral and the Alcazabar complete with a roman amphitheatre. The port area has been rebuilt and now welcomes cruiseships to swell the town's coffers.

    There are lots of green spaces throughout the busy centre with wild parakeets screeching through the treetops and a golden, sandy beach along its edge.

    The next day we met up with Peter and Sally, friends of Nigel and Tracy that we had met the year before, for a beachfront lunch. Fish, octopus, lamb and goat were all enjoyed as we caught up with one another.

    Wish we could have stayed longer but we look forward to returning later in the year.
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  • Day632

    A day out in Ronda

    March 20, 2018 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 31 °C

    At 32km away, Ronda was the large town closest to the villa. It was another of those days where the weather didn't know what it was doing, let alone the weather forecasters, so we thought a drive and trip to a settlement would be ideal. The sun shone bright on the lush green landscape as Paul maneuvered the car out of El Balcon with Cath, us and Poppy. The grass almost seemed to glow with the recent glut of rain and the hills were bobbled with grids of neatly pruned olive trees.

    Checking the road that led around the north east of the Zahara-El Gastor reserviour was still closed, we took the detour along the south west side, via the little Pueblo Blanco of Zahara, its distinctive castle clinging to a cliff, that raised it head and shoulders above the white houses. After pulling over to admire views over the blue, but mud tinged water, we set of again, only to find the road ahead was also shut. Landslides and subsidence caused by the unusually high rainfall have really taken their toll on the area. The 2nd detour took us in the opposite direction of our destination, to the extent that we turned around and tried to go a different route, only to find our way barred. What started off as a 32km drive turned out to be nearly 70km!

    Paul was great taking this extended journey in his stride and there were some beautiful sights along the way. We'd been watching Griffin Vultures around the house but today we got to see Egyptian Vultures, also known as Pharaoh's Chickens. The landcape was fertile and there was plenty of livestock farming, with sheep, goats chickens and cows as well as horses and donkeys. Interestingly we saw an area growing cork oaks, the bark on their trunks peeled back, a process that is carried out once every 9 or so years.

    Parking in Ronda was a lot more straightforward than in Seville the previous day. We worked our way through the unremarkable streets of the new town towards the original settlement, separated from us by a steep ravine. We found a bar-restaurant for lunch and were shown through to the quaint back room, with red and green painted wooden furniture and matching check pattern tablecloths. The food was good with Vicky enjoying the Andalucian speciality of gazpacho for starters and Will, a succulent leg of kid for mains.

    Warmed up and refuelled we continued down the main street until we reached the large white walls of Ronda's bull ring. None of us approved of the activity so we gave it as little attention as possible and carried on by the few little tourist stalls to the railings, past which the earth fell away precipitously to a flat valley floor 100m below. The Guadalevín river ran close to the foot of the cliff but we could see over the flat plain for tens of kilometres to the low hills that formed the horizon. The sunlight was brilliant but its warmth hadn't impacted much on the air, whose heat was effectively sapped by the icy wind so we didn't hang around too long.

    Working our way round the edge of the cliff we came to the Puente Nuevo; a 98m high stone bridge whose three arches span the El Tajo gorge that separates the Ciudad, or old town, from the new. We were surprised to see Choughs flying about below us, we associated these charismatic crows with mountains in Austria and Germany. Crossing the bridge, we had great fun leaning over the stone walls and black painted iron railings to see what was below.

    The brightly lit whitewashed houses of the original settlement provided an amazing contrast to the intensely dark grey sky brooding above. As we made our way up the winding cobbled streets the clouds broke and by the time we'd re-entered the new town it was hailing on us!

    At the supermarket on the way home we stocked up with wood, looking forward once again to the crackling heat of the villa's open fire.
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  • Day628

    Layby nr Sierra de las Nieves Nat. Park

    March 16, 2018 in Spain ⋅ ⛅ 3 °C

    We were so happy we'd chosen to spend the night by ourselves in a country layby instead of at the crowded coastline near Marbella as originally planned. We woke feeling well rested and carried on inland towards Ronda. The hills that surrounded us seemed lush, covered in vibrantly green pines, the reddish tint in their bark matching hues in rocks that showed through the low shrubs. Creases in these red ochre rocks hosted narrow white waterfalls. Remnants of the old road remained and looped off the new road, hopping over the mountain streams with small arched viaducts. We passed sheep grazing free and jangling the bells around their necks, further on was a herd of chestnut and black goats and a couple of brown cows. It's not often we have seen farmed animals in any great numbers in Spain, so we guess this area must be particularly suited to it.

    Ahead of us we could see a stark, light grey hill, its landscape almost lunar. The change to these surroundings was quite sudden, there ceased to be trees and only outcrops of dry shrub grew sparsely . Whether the area had been quarried, damaged by fire, or it was just down to the change in rock type, we don't know. Gradually we began to spot trees here and there but they were pale green Holly Oaks instead of rich pines.

    The town of Ronda lay in the bed of the valley. We drove in planning to stay the night but we could only find on-street parking. Compared to the beautiful wild camping spots we'd seen on the drive, it didn't hold much appeal, so we turned around, headed back the way we'd come and found a lovely large layby, separated from the road by pines. We couldn't see very much beyond the parking area but it felt secluded and wild; just what we'd hoped for! It rained and the sun shone on and off, there was even a spot of hail, but we enjoyed the snuggness inside the van.
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You might also know this place by the following names:

Provincia de Málaga, Provincia de Malaga, Málaga, Malaga, Província de Màlaga, マラガ

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