Hotel Comercio Guadix
C. Mira de Amezcua 3 Guadix, Andalusia, 18500, Spain and Canary Islands
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Day 2: All Things Alhambra --Arriving
... about the Alhambra and the people who lived there, and we spent hours going from room to room listening to what she had to say. Needless to say, my girls would not be getting the same in-depth indoctrination from me. I have forgotten more than I ever knew.
Now on the grounds, we meandered our way to the entrance to the Nasrid Palace. I pointed ...
I´M ON A BUS!
... meaning it was gorgeous, with wood everywhere - wooden beams, wooden staircases, wooden lofts with mattresses. I was in love with the place as soon as I crossed its threshold. And Andrew and I had it all to ourselves for four of the five nights, for only 10 euros each (the first night we shared with an American and a guy from France, who were both very nice). I would seriously consider coming back to this place for a week or two, with ...
Reyes Magos
... was not here on my return from England. I rescued my lonely planet from her room before I left (for those who dont remember or who have joined me recently and cant be bothered to read the previous (I dont blame you.. theres alot!!)) This American woman was taking my lonely planet, my bible, on weekend trips away with her. Today I found sections of it written in, circled, crossed out, you name it.. no reason to tell you this, but I felt like it.
Tapas and wine tonight... Espana, te ...
Cave men.
To be honest we were a little bit bummed by the amount of Britishness on the southern coast of Spain, so it was a little bit of a relief to head up north around the Sierra Nevada mountains, to a town called Gaudix.
Along the road we stopped a while at La Callahora, which had an amazing 16th Century castle, which looked just cool standing in the ...
Hangover, Joghurt, Pickel, Frootloops: Spain rocks
8:00 Uhr morgens: Nachdem ich meinen Wecker gefühlte 20mal gesnoozed habe, stehe ich endlich auf. Es ist wahnsinnig kalt morgens, ich öffne die Rollos und meine kleine Balkontüre, genieße die kalte Brise bevor ich mich in Trance in Richtung Bad bewege. Blick in den Spiegel: Verquollene Augen, Runzel, Falten, Pickel. Ich habe hier wirklich ein Hautproblem entwickelt. Wie dem auch sei: Vielen Dank an „wer-auch-immer-die-glorreiche-ma ...



