Hotel Nueve Leyendas
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- Room service
- Non-smoking hotel
- Breakfast Available
- Concierge desk
- Free High-Speed Internet
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Travel Blogs from Ubeda
... opening hours always catch us out. Even tourist offices seem to have very varied hours sometimes closing 11 to 5 sometimes only open 10 to 2. Pat is finding the way in which he should ask for a beer is also highly varied from person to person.. Sometimes there is one late lisp, one early lisp or two lisps in the word. ...
... supporting an olive tree or in the shade of one. Even as we climbed the torturous mountains of the Sierra Nevada, the trees marched right up the side. I can’t imagine how the fruit is harvested – for that matter, I can’t imagine how someone stands upright at that slant! We have been told that there are over 400k trees in this area and it is responsible for 25% of the Worlds olive oil. I think I believe it.
We arrived by bus ...
Like its slightly larger neighbor Ubeda, Baeza as observed
today is largely a product of the Renaissance despite much earlier routes. The
two towns are, in fact, so rich in almost purely Renaissance architecture that
they together constitute a UNESCO World Heritage site.
I visited Baeza in the tarde (afternoon) after spending the
manana (morning) in Ubeda. Manana and tarde in Spain ...
Ubeda and Baeza are two small cities in Jaen Province about
30 miles from Jaen, an easy trip by bus. They have nicknames along the lines of
“The Cradle of the Renaissance in Spain” for having flowered economically in
the 1500s on the wool trade. The wealthy families in both towns built their
palaces and public buildings in the latest style of the time, one imported from
Italy that we now call Renaissance. Although ...
... I find
myself sucked into it. After a multicourse midday meal, though, I often don’t
feel in the mood for much of a dinner, something that doesn’t usually happen until
around 10:00 P.M. in Spain.
After my siesta (one which involved some very wild dreams about
hiking seashore cliffs amid massive waves and issues with my recently deceased
father, indicating I actually did sleep) I felt the energy to head out ...