On Sat 13th , we head further south & it’s getting noticeably warmer.
A gentle drive to Cordoba, staying at the Paradore hotel for a bit of relax & spoiling, brings us back to the stunning ancient Cordoba Mezquita mosque / cathedral – an 8th + century building we’ve visited once before. It’s every bit as magnificent as in our memories.
At the end of our southerly journey, we find ourselves amidst hyper bustling hospitality that is old town Malaga. Our flat for the week is on the 4th floor of one of the restaurant epicentres’ buildings. No early sleeping for now. Who knew? But, actually, the flat is remarkably quiet ….. until the nearby cathedral clock makes another time announcement.
Sunday night was given to a craft beer pub watching Real Madrid v Barcelona. Appropriate or what, since last time we were in Madrid we went to the Bernabeu.
Monday was visiting (eastern) beach time, a reminder of how much it resembles mud. An ace Marisqueria lunch near the port (old, not flash new) compensated for the long walk and the evening was completed by a troupe of Flamenco dancers & musicians. We have rediscovered our snappy fingers, stamping feet thang.
Returned in the dark from Tuesday’s excursions in the mountains of Kath’s stiff neck tension too steep don’t want to see any view. Before that episode, we visited Ronda, high up in them mountains, with an astonishing “new” bridge above a chasm some 400 feet below.
Nuevo Puerta Ronda
Also had a range high anxiety moment when Kath decided we couldn’t return without a charge and all the chargers we tried weren’t working / there. Except for the slow charger in a public car park run by Louis de Parking, who offered to take Kath home for lunch. High anxiety, heightened self esteem – a winning combo?
And every river, every reservoir, there’s not much water here ….
Chris & Kath's Travel Time 