I never thought we’d get out of Granada after seeing how the car was sardined in the underground car park. I must have done a 100 point turn or more to get out and without the assistance of a couple, who I rewarded with a bottle of wine I had bought earlier, I think I’d still be there.
Julie’s book took us into the Sierra Nevada winding up the switchbacks to the white towns of Pampaneira, Bubion and Capileira.
The book told us they were Moorish in nature with flat roofs and unusual chimneys typical only of this area, and they were!
The Costa del Sol was at the end of a lovely drive down the mountain through large gorges and as we neared tonight’s rest, around the coastline. The light is unusual here, hazy and filtered making colours in the afternoon quite saturated. Topless ladies on the beach are quite dangerous as they earned me a sharp dig in the ribs.
This place is obviously popular with Germans, not just because we saw lots in the street and where we ate. German bakers, eateries and supermarkets were all in one small area. Not an Aussie in sight except the one I spied at the pool.
