This is a space where the cliffs and the houses have made their marriage for a good many years and it was a masterful process, a lesson not in eroding but in fitting.
…why not spend most of that in Andalusia? See what ideas we cooked up when a friend visited us for four weeks.
We approached the Vía Verde de la Sierra on two different mornings for two different nature walks with our dog and toddler. It was hot and dry at the end of summer, but the views were still impactful.
Two nights in Barca (nicknames because we know each other now), seven (?) in Greece (it still confuses me), and I think three in Madrid. I will never plan such a crazy, convoluted vacay again. May you be just as inspired by our madness.
Perhaps it was just that those village dwellers of a millenia ago prayed louder for rainfall than all the rest. Or perhaps the clouds, once knowing the way, became familiar with and enjoyed holidaying there among the smooth white walls as much as the tourists.
Excerpt from travel log: Saturday, 6:00 pm: Back at the parking garage, oh what fun, 10% battery left and Cody’s data isn’t working. No car charger. James is gettin’ fussy. Time for a nap and chance to stretch out… if we ever make it back to the hotel.
It’s difficult to imagine this tall structure, complete with columns, stage, statues, and seats, entombed by earth.
Thanks to ongoing excavations and a mission to open the ancient world to the public, visiting these hobs of history is like walking through a 1000 year old veil.
Daytrips are for short term attachments. Staying overnight in a city is when one really falls in love.
And now, like in all good travel stories, we were running dangerously low on time. And, like in all good travel stories, we took the opportunity to negotiate in a language we had no business pretending to speak.