Don Manuel Almeria

... and completely clear. And they were sand beaches -- not rocks like in Italy. I found a big rock that hung out a bit over the water and sunned there for awhile with my normal clothes still on. Not knowing if the sea experiences tides and freaking myself out that I'd get stuck on the rock I headed back to the sand. It was so nice and warm I decided to go full on and don the bathing suit. A great idea that would have been made better if I had thought to bring a towel. Argh!<br><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 ...

... and never did get us to the park. By this time we were pretty well done with this area. It was getting late, we never did make it to the park so we decided to cut our losses and head back to Burriana Beach. We decided the only thing that could salvage the day was if the Thai restaurant was open. We got back at 8:45pm and hooray it was open. We had a great meal with some good wine and stayed a good while chatting with the owners and another couple from Holland and France. <br>

... it turned into sand and stones. We could barely walk the bikes. This seriously slowed us down. Whats worse is that it meant that we ended up on the grotty outskirts of Almeria as it got dark. Desperate for a place to sleep we went to check out under a motorway bridge. Whilst we were down there we saw some kids needlessly kill a goat with rocks and sticks. Not a great site to be honest. I still thought it would probably be alright to stay. They were only kids after all. Quote ...

I decided to rent a car for my last couple of days at San Jose, so took the bus into Almeria. Although there is an excellent integrated bus/train station there, Airport buses go from elsewhere!! So I went looking for the bus-stop, found a man who directed me half-a mile down the road. As I walked to the bus-stop, the Airport bus went by! Got to the bus-stop and had to wait 45 minutes for the next one. It's first stop was just by where the man had directed me... so I'd ...

ca c est la seule phrase entiere que je suis capable de sortir en espagnol. je l ai d ailleurs testee avec succes sur la route, en dejeunant au bord de la plage de Benidorm. Arrivee en fin d apres midi a Almeria, d ou mon ferry pour le maroc part jeudi matin. J ai finalement ...

... the Almeria taifa; the wall descends the valley on the north side of the Alcazaba and climbs the Cerro de San Cristobal on the far side. THE CATHEDRAL Alcazaba de Almeria In 1489, the city was taken over by the Catholic monarchs and its Muslim populace expelled soon thereafter. Almeria's cathedral is at the heart of the old part of the city and was begun in 1524 to replace a predecessor wrecked by the ...

... facilities and, whilst a tad pricy (25&euro;),it is good value for money. The town around the docks was a mixture of elegant apartments with broad promenades and working cottages. Very pleasant. A Falcon Delivers Two Chickens and A Parrot to Almerimar. Another 8.00 start saw us travelling the 35 miles to Almerimar suspiciously looking out for any hint of the gales of yesterday. Nae problem - the sun shone and the wind refused to go above a ...

... and covered from ceiling to floor with colorful tiles and intricate arabic inscriptions. Feng and I said goodbye to Astrid and headed back to the bus station. Because neither of us had eaten anything all day, we grabbed a quick lunch. My iberian ham sandwich (probably the 12th I'd had in Spain to date) was covered with very smelly goat cheese. It was gross and the odor of the cheese on my hands made the bus ride back very unpleasant! -Chris

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 ...