A couple of weekends ago, Marc and I headed out to rural southern Spain to visit his parents and their owner, Mollie, for a few days of walking, eating and relaxing.
Marc’s mum recently retired and so they decided to skip the British winter and head to sunnier climes for a couple of months. Somewhere they could step out their front door and walk the dog without having to put on a massive coat and thermals. Since it was still out of season for even Granada, and not exactly sunbathing weather at 8-10 degrees on average, they managed to get a deal on an absolutely gorgeous villa in the mountains.
Although I went with intentions of getting a little bit of work done and keeping on top of my emails, the wifi was temperamental and this little face was too alluring.
So my laptop stayed switched off, and my makeup bag unopened. Even though it was still jacket weather, the bright Andalusian sun beaming down on us, long walks and fresh mountain air was enough to make a flying four day visit feel like a two week holiday.
We ventured out of our rural sanctuary to visit the Alhambra, which was about an hours drive away. I’ve been before a few years ago with my family, but it was even more impressive to me this time around.
There is astounding detail everywhere you look. I wish we had done the audio tour this time around as I remember it really bringing the palace to life, telling stories of the inhabitants of the Alhambra through the ages, picking out details you wouldn’t otherwise notice.
We stopped for a delicious lunch of local pork chops, salad, Iberica ham, garlic and paprika baked potatoes (must be a local speciality?) and sangria, before heading home to Miss Mollie.
Stealing a couple of oranges for the road.
More on Granada next time.