After some delicious Churros in a hidden local bar, we take a stroll through Lanjarón, known as the entrance gate to the Alpujarra, and follow the route of water. Lanjarón highly values its water, there are fountains everywhere, with poems about water written on tiles, and shops sell huge bottles for people to fill up their own water.
Okay, so here’s the most crucial thing to know if you ever want to visit Granada:
You obviously have to see the Alhambra. There is absolutely NO point in going to Granada if you don’t see the Alhambra. So please make sure you book your Alhambra tickets in advance (around 3+ months before visiting). But do not despair, oh spontaneous traveller who books his whole Andalucia trip only a month before. There’s also the Granada card, including entrance to the Alhambra AND lots of other places, plus 10 bus tickets. It’s expensive, but before you miss the palaces and its gardens, it’s worth every cent. Also, you should use it for other sights and maybe spend a bit more than 2 days in the city. When you purchase the card, you immediately get to pick an entrance date and time for the Nazrid palaces and usually these tickets are available also only 1 month in advance.
As we continue our journey towards Montefrío, we stop several times on the way, once in an idyllic small town called Carcabuey, a place worth driving through. Andalusian towns are often built on hills, with a castle enthroned on a cliff. The landscape we pass is characterised by olive plantages and gentle hills, quite charming to look at, despite the rain that has been our company since we left Córdoba.
Today, I again have to make the impossible possible and wake up Rodrigo at 7.30 am. Not an easy task, and he is indeed quite grumpy (I get the feeling that I start every blog speaking about his sleeping habits… :P). We want to visit the Mezquita / Catedral de Cordoba at 8.30, supposedly the entrance is free around then. We figure out, though, that this is not the case and have to pay the €10 nevertheless because this offer isn’t valid on public holidays.
It’s difficult to wake Rodrigo up before 10am, but somehow I manage. We have to bring our suitcases to the main bus station and store them there. At 10, we meet Atousa and Lena again for some Porras with lots and lots of hot chocolate sauce, a typical Spanish breakfast.
In Vienna, Rodrigo and I always have discussions about how one cannot have breakfast at 1pm anymore. In Spain, it can easily happen. So I am not surprised when we only set off at around 12 to have breakfast. I don’t even question it anymore.
Today we decide not to take any public transport and walk into the city centre, looking the most touristy that is possible, equipped with cameras, lenses, belts and what not. So here we go: Sevilla in pictures (Rodri’s and mine)!
Actually, I gave up blogging a while ago. It just took up too much of my time. Choosing photos, editing, etc. is not easy if you’re an absolute perfectionist and at the same time have to grade tons of exams and papers.
Here I am though, enjoying the beauty of Andalucia. Rodrigo convinced me it’d be nice for his and my family to read about what we’re up to. Which is why for the first time ever the entries will be in English, so that his family can read this too (and my family can have loads of fun with google translate fails!).
I’ll keep it simple this time, publish on the go, add a couple of randomly chosen pictures, maybe not even edited (let’s see how long I can handle this…) and a few words about the highlights.