Citymar Embajador Almeria

... started giggling and said, "Gratis! Gratis." Anyway, I ended up getting the wine for 5 euro. But I swear I had no intention of bargaining her down. It was the strangest experience, but I loved it. Sort of like how I loved when I returned to my hotel room to realize the fridge is a mini-mini-MINI fridge and about 4 inches deep. My pizza is now doing a face plant in the fridge and I'm drinking my haggled wine out of a plastic cup.<br><br>You just never know what to expect from the day.<br>

I am on my way to Cabo de Gata from Granada. I, as usual, didn't do diligent enough research and so ended up in Almeria with a 4 hour layover. Normally I would be ecstatic about this as that is plenty of time to drop my bags at the station, roam around on a city bus and get a feel for one more Spanish city. However. Almeria doesn't believe in baggage drops at the station. In an "I am Josie. I am American." moment, I walked to a hotel to leave my bags there. No. Neither being ...

... around a bit and then headed on our way. Our main destination was Almeria to see the Fort there called Alcabaza, and then we planned to visit Parque Natural in Cabo de Gato. This area is know for it's conservation efforts and beautiful natural beaches. Mike asked around to find out what other areas are interesting on our way to Almeria. A woman (park cleaning lady) told him Roquetes de mar is a beautiful spot. We drove right there and hated it! Ugly, overdeveloped town ...

... someone had been waiting behind a rock near us. I couldnt have left faster if i tried. Very stressful moment. <br><br>So we cycled to the other side of Almeria but our journey was cut short due to a coastal windy road with no lights. We had no choice but to sleep where we were. which happened to be up some steps near a light house in the view of hookers. Seriously no other choice. Also, where we slept the happened to be 1cm by 1 inch orange woodlice crawling everywhere. Lovely.

Returned to San Jose. Next day drove around to the town of Cabo de Gata, saw the salt-pans, went up the the "Cape", saw the incredible beach of Cabo de Gata, had great lunch there, then went around to the beach at Monsul. Eventually decided I HAD to leave!! 

... The terrain became more and more barren. This is the area where all the "spaghetti westerns" (Good Bad &amp; Ugly, etc) were filmed in the 60's and 70's. Allegedly because it looks just like Arizona, but I wouldn't know because I've never been there. Reputedly, it's the driest part of Europe.  I headed off the motorway towards Tavernas, spotting a couple of "Wild West" towns along the way, and went to "Mini-Hollywood" which is basically a theme park. Having ...

... 2009 ESPAGNE vers GRANADA on les fait fuir et on se couche...lendemain matin, grand soleil, on voit un pecheur arrivee de son bateau et decharger sa cargaison directemet sur la plage, du coup, on prend 1kilo de seiche a 8euros et les lave dans la mer. On se baigne apres mangerm un peu fraiche mais trop benefique... on se decide enfin a reprendre la route pour granada...

... town. We were a little puzzled. Apparently, The map was nowhere in scale and it left out most of the small little towns. We walked on the beach, it was very nice, less wind, the temp about 65...then all the sudden in the distance we could see dark clouds coming towards...then thunder and lightening (which travels sideways here)...so we decided to lay on the beach and soak up the last few minutes of sun left. We found out that the bus did ...

... This ridge proved for an excellent ascent. In places I had to watch my footing and weave between the ice sheets, but at no point did we really feel the need for crampons. In the last hundred metres my pace dropped to an uncomfortable gait and I realised I was feeling the first effects of altitude. I was passed by the first duo to make the summit- the only others to reach the summit that day than ourselves. Without a friendly Buenas Días exchanged, I climbed above them and up to ...

Départ 2h45 du mat... on sort de la maison et on a pas oublié le fromage! 3h03 - on retrouve tout le monde et on est parti. Papa « Le catalan, c'est comme le violon (ou tu joues juste, ou tu joues tzigane !), donc ou tu parles le véritable, ou tu parles le catalan idiomatique !!! Y'a personne sur la route, sauf les gens qui vont au bled ! 7h30, p'tit déjeuner (au rouge pour certains !) On reprend la route à 8h15. On s'arrête encore après ...