A Place in the Sun...

Trip Start Apr 01, 2008
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Trip End Jun 30, 2008


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Saturday, June 21, 2008

She Says:

Leaving Ischia we were both extremely relaxed, a little sad to be leaving but very much enjoying what we are now referring to as the "holiday" part of our trip. We left the island at about 11:00am and arrived at Malaga airport at around midnight (after a brief interlude in the London Gatwick British Airways Lounge?!?), so it was a long day in transit and we were fairly exhausted. We were greeted at the airport by Uncle Roger & Norma who had battled the roadworks and crazy car-parking laws (although I'm pretty sure that the car was still illegally parked) to meet us. It was the first time since New York that we were met at the airport by anyone and it was nice to see a familiar face (or two). I was a little worried at first that they had gone to the other terminal (apparently Skype doesn't deliver messages until both of you are online together again....useless!). After brief introducations we rushed back to the car and began the drive to Cortijos Romero, the estate that would become our home for the next 6 nights. We arrived at the villa (kindly organised by Roger & Norma) and collapsed into the bed.

The following day was quite relaxing with Tom enjoying multiple swims in the pool, catching up on washing and watching a little bit of TV (I haven't seen an English channel for a while). Later in the afternoon we visited the nearby hotel that overlooks the La Vinuela lake, had some drinks and enjoyed the warm weather. That evening we went to the local bar and had a couple of drinks and planned the following day.

The next morning we set off to Ronda, a village that is separated by a gorge with houses and businesses on both sides of the gorge. I've probably got this all wrong but I think it had something to do with the Christians living on one side of the gorge and the Arabs on the other. I'm no histoy buff but it was pretty interesting and quite funny to imagine that rivals lived literally only metres apart. Unfortunately you weren't able to walk to the bottom of the gorge but we found a few fantastic view-points and went inside the "new" bridge so-called because it is the newer of the bridges within the village, built in the 1700's. On the way back we had some dinner at one of the restaurants in Alcaucin where Tom enjoyed some goat whilst I (being as adventurous as I am) stuck with the chicken.

For the next couple of days we relaxed around the house. Tom enjoyed swims and provided IT support with Roger whilst Norma and I relaxed, chatting, eating and laughing at Tom and the "IT Wizard". In the evening we ate prawns, drank whiskey and vodka and generally had a good time. On our last day we visited a town called Iznajar which Roger & Norma had driven through with friends previously and thought that it might be a nice place to visit. We had a map printed off the computer (that we didn't really follow) and no-one really knew the way but to my surprise we found Iznajar and after doing a 5-point turn to turn around in a dead-end road (in the middle of the village and with other cars trying to pass) we finally found a park (with assistance from local police) and set off to explore the village. It was quite a warm day and the hike to the centre of town probably felt longer than it was but eventually we got to the top of the hill and found a church and castle. Unfortunately the castle was undergoing renovations and we weren't able to get into it but we had a look around town and then head back to the car. On the way to the car we spotted a "casa cueva" or cave-house built into the side of the rock. Although the house (with thee tourist information sign) was all locked up we managed to get a tour of the neighbouring house by it's inhabitants that Uncle Roger got chatting to. Ignoring the pornographic calendar on the wall the house was pretty cool and reminded me off the houses I had seen in Coober Pedy. The owner of th house explained (in Spanish) that the house remained a constant temperature of 18 degrees regardless of the weather outside. He really was very friendly and the woman in the house (which we assume was his Mother) was even trying to get me to sit down in the lounge room. Only in Spain would someone invite strangers into their house without hesitation to have a look around.

After that we head back to the villas for a couple of hours before dinner. For dinner we went to Charco's a restaurant on the top of the mountain. The views were fantastic as was the food. Uncle Roger had pre-ordered seafood paella for Tom and I which we demolished, enjoying every mouthful (and that was just the starter!!!). We both had main dishes as well which we struggled with. After dinner we head to the bar that was closer to the villa and enjoyed a few after dinner drinks, heading home at around 2am well and truly satisfied.

This morning we packed our stuff, drove to the airport, said our goodbyes (while a policeman yelled at us for parking illegally) and got on our plane to Zurich which is where I am now, waiting for the flight to Bangkok. Tom is intently watching the European Cup with all the die-hard fans (so he must be bored!!) and the final countdown has begun .... 9 days to go..... :(
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angelasusan
angelasusan on

The final countdown...
And now for a (bit more) relaxation - this time with lime juice and coriander and chilli and fish sauce...
Have a great final week - see you very soon and ride an elephant for me!

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