Málaga’s beautiful city centre and waterfront revived our road trip in Andalusia. I would have loved to stay a day or two longer. I had such a great time shopping and browsing around the tiny streets filled with cafes, cervecerías and bakeries. It kind of reminded me of Sydney’s Darling Harbour.
Somehow the old and the new just seem to work in this city.
We said goodbye to September last year with a picnic on the Rock of Gibraltar, United Kingdom.
In a nutshell, it was a very peculiar place to visit. The queue to drive into the country from the Spanish side was absolutely ridiculous. The price for a cup of coffee costed an arm and a leg. We drove across an active airport runway which intersected possibly the busiest road in the country. I couldn’t distinguish the locals apart from the Spanish border-hoppers or the difference between Llanito and Spanglish. Sadly, the weather was too gloomy for us to see the continent of Africa from Europa Point, but thankfully, our paths did not cross with any Barbary macaques.
The afternoon sun and the beautiful light tower made our detour worthwhile though.
Seville. I’m sure Seville has many wonderful things to boast about, but I unfortunately didn’t quite understand the place. We were run on excitement in the morning, annoyance in the afternoon then utter disappointment in the evening. Our overall experience there was rather hair-thinning, actually.
In case anyone decides to venture out there, it might be best to:
We headed south from Madrid and arrived in an ancient city called Toledo. It was an impressive place perched on top of a hill and surrounded by a river. It already looked and felt heavy with history as we drove into it to find a parking spot near our accommodation. We knew we couldn’t drive into the city, but we also didn’t know that everything was reserved for locals only.
Thankfully, the lovely owners let us park our rental in front of their building for the night, but if they didn’t, we would have had to park our car very far away. After consulting the tourist map that the man gave us, we found one public parking area located down the hill. Although there were escalators and a public bus to take you up and down the hill, we were so glad we didn’t have to waste our time and energy worrying about that for just an overnight stay.
In contrast to the big and modernized Madrid, it was when we arrived in Toledo that we discovered how different our tummies ticked in comparison to the locals. Restaurant kitchens didn’t serve hot food for lunch until it was Continue reading