The food was great (if you avoided places advertising "full English breakfasts served here"), the drinks were pretty cheap, the local wine delicious and the locals exceedingly friendly. We ate out in open air restaurants up in the surrounding villages, with stunning open terraces overlooking an azure blue Meditereanean Sea. Didn't see a single submarine launched cruise missile burst out of the Med, so I presumed they were all well out, beyond our horizon. We went to the local cultural centre and saw a top Flamenco artiste and her 8 piece supporting band of musicians. This was not your mass produced tourist affair as it was attended almost entirely by the indigenous and it was utterly stunning.
I found myself feeling relatively relaxed about being surrounded by other humans and this feeling remained until the moment we stepped off our returning aircraft into the arrivals area of our local airport, where once again our ears were assaulted by the squabbling, `effing and cussing of your returning lobster coloured, larded-up Brit tourist family. I hate myself for being so judgmental, but that really was how it hit me.
Nerja cats getting fed
People are very fit in this town
Pampaneira, where the air is thin and the tourists not quite so
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Frigiliana, nice :)
Mr Horsey, you Sir are a keen observer and Costa del Solophile:)
'Scuse me while I go and kick the green-eyed monster into touch.
Truly a beautiful place.
Sparks: Get out there. Not your typical Brits on the P place at all.
Suz: There's even a piece about the Nerja cats on the town website. I shall publish a few more pics to include those we encountered, along with a visit to the donkey sanctuary.
A "beaut" of a part of the world. Don't suppose you made it to Granada did you? My favourite of the Spanish cities I have visited.
I was only checking in here to abuse you for not posting holiday snaps..!
Nice views! That's one country I haven't been to yet, but unless we're going to invade it, I guess I won't be going.
Blue: We ran out of (drinking and eating) time. We did get up into the Sierra Nevadas, as far as Pampaneira (see pics with snowy peak and narrow street). Granada/Alhambra Palace definitely on the agenda for next visit. Beaut it is.
Dude: We're retired - we must stop this talk of invasion, but if we do go in eventually it will be to rescue their economy - but it looks a whole lot nicer than Libya or Iraq or Afghan, or Birmingham.
(if you avoided places advertising "full English breakfasts served here")
I think that applies anywhere in the world....
TonyF: Yes :) and "Big Match Shown Here"
Hardly surprising French slang has moved from 'les rosbifs' to 'les fuckoffs' Hog. Syria and Morocco were lovely in many respects, but I won't be able to take up contracts because of the threat levels. Came back to a house full of Bahrainis wanting temporary shelter. Life was so laid back there a few years back, I fell off my chair more than a few times.
Have we lost hospitality and courtesy here altogether is often my first thought getting off a plane.
ACO: What?? They've nicked that ancient Anglo Saxon term of endearment? Us grumpies should strike back and get "Les I don't believe it" in the French vernacular.
"...where once again our ears were assaulted by the squabbling, `effing and cussing of your returning lobster coloured, larded-up Brit tourist family. I hate myself for being so judgmental, but that really was how it hit me."
I haven't even been abroad this year, and that's how it hits me whenever I go shopping! :D
Gorgeous pictures, HD, thanks for posting them. I love the stoop! And I would love to live in a city that was all stairs and narrow streets and walkways. I could wander around there all day, every day. The white adobe(?) is so pretty too, and yet when people try to import the "Spanish" look here? Oy. doesn't translate so well : /
Have a great week end!
JuliaM: Respects to you and sympathy for your ear poison.
PG: Glad you liked it. We met our pals from Nova Scotia who were there for a couple of months. They must really hate Canadian winter :-/
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