Torreluz Iii 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.

You just never know what to expect from the day.

... had an American vegetarian in his Argentinian restaurant in Spain. I had some delicious vegetable soup and pasta. And after one glass of Rioja (typical Spanish wine) he suggested I instead drink the 'good stuff' some Syrah wine from Argentina. I am now on my 3rd glass of wine, my bag has been 'dropped' by my side for 2 hours and my friendly waiter, who also lived in Rhode Island for several years, snuck me the wifi passcode for the restaurant's office.

Life is good.

We had great intentions starting out the day. We planned to drive along the coastline to a town called Almeria. it's a 2+ hour drive. We thought spanish coastline, it's got to be pretty right? Not so much. It started out beautiful. Picturesque cliffs that roll into the crystal blue water of the mediterranean ocean. But once we passed the first few cities it became the plastic jungle. Every city after this, all the way to almeria, is a farming town. the hillsides are ...

... someone had been waiting behind a rock near us. I couldnt have left faster if i tried. Very stressful moment.

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!! 

... who told me that he only stopped if someone rang the bell!! I said it was obvious I was a foreigner and that I'd bought the ticket asking to go to the airport. He shrugged and dropped me off at the next stop where I had to wait another hour for a return bus. I rang the bell three times when we re-approached the airport. Picking up the car, I drove into the countryside hills behind Almeria through miles of urban sprawl until eventually finding the motorway heading towards ...

... 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...

... news channels all showing the Easter parade in Seville. The next morning I took the train to Granada. As soon as we left Almeria, the temperature began dropping from a balmy 14deg to 3deg, with permafrost on the ground. I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt! ****! Granada its self was a manageable 8deg - funny how temperature sin different places seem warmer. 8deg in London would see me shivering under a duvet refusing to ...

Lanzarote 24 november 2006 log:2815 Nogal vertraagd onderstaand een ingekomen stuk! We hadden 't al een poosje aan boord maar niet eerder de gelegenheid om te plaatsen. We moeten immers ook genieten! :-)) Fons stuurde ons de beschrijving van zijn thuisreis, nadat hij een weekje als eerste bezoeker bij ons aan boord was geweest. Hij voer in September mee op Netjer van Alicante tot Almeria. Omdat we aanvankelijk bedacht hadden dat ik mee zou varen tot aan Malaga, had ik mijn ...

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 ...