After a prolonged break in the sun, I am back 'chattering'. We first visited Nerja in the early 1990's on a trip where we went to Frigiliana and the Cuevos De Nerja.( The ones which three boys discovered when looking for bats in the 1950's.)
When Andalucia called in 2000 we had to change our plans for an Italian trip on the Gold Wing and head to Nerja and Ronda. This was our big Andalucian Adventure where we rode through France and along the coast of Spain to the south, to realise a dream.
Since then we have taken opportunities to spend a few weeks there in the winter with Saga Holidays on their special 4 weeks for 3 all-inclusive holidays. After visiting in 2008 and 2009 we returned this year.
|View from the park in Nerja. Hotel in background.|
|The old Silk Market in Granada|
|Oranges Trees in Nerja|
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The highlight of the trip was a day visit to Granada ( we visited in 2009 along with the Alhambra Palace) and a half-day trip to Orgiva in the Las Alpujarra mountains, Sierra Nevada
( to the east of Granada).
|Sunrise over Nerja at 08:15am. An early start for Orgiva.|
After a beautiful sunrise, the sun shone in a brilliant blue sky.With snow on the tops of the Sierra Nevada, the contrasts were fantastic.The pavement cafes in Orgiva were full of people enjoying the winter sunshine in the mountain air.
As I write this post I am listening to a live recording on CD of the North Wales Youth Orchestra's simmer concert in Bangor, North Wales. August 2012. My grandson James Thompson (https://www.facebook.com/evertonjt?fref=ts) @evertonjt was playing in first violin. ( Do I sound like a proud Granny? Well, I am!) The programme was very energetic, with the talented orchestra playing music by Shostakovich, Katchachurian, Rimsky-Korsakov and Dvorak conducted by Gareth John.
I did some Christmas shopping in Nerja for 'my girls (3 generations) which lessened the load when we returned home. So today I have wrapped, packed, posted and stored!
Might get down to some writing next week. Oranges and The Long Leg of Italy are knocking at the door of my brain.