After the Alhambra I clocked out for a day still feeling pretty rotten. The girls set out for Granada downtown to get a read. They returned with groceries that night with stories and hoping that we could all go back. The next day I was fit to be tied and with some antibiotics I was back out. We caught the bus from the campground into town and walked the streets. Chloe showed me her favorite plaza... resembled an old French movie. There was a small merry-go-round powered by a guy on a stationary bike with the kids riding on varnished wood animals.
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| Bungalow at Reina Isabel, Granada |
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| Happy |
As the night came we decided to grab a taxi up the mountain to the caves of Sacromonte to see gypsy flamenco. Our cab driver hooked us up with a last-minute seat and we stayed out late in our favorite city.
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| Fast feet in Sacromonte |
After a complicated episode at the cash machine we checked out and started south to Nerja, a beach town recommended by a British friend in Sitges. Quite a contrast to Granada, the small city sat perched above the Mediterranean. Good food, beautiful weather and a small hostal room (no frills hotel... different than hostel) made for a couple of nice days. By the way it has not rained yet. It may not.
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| Chloe's room over the narrow street to the beach |
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| Nerja |
After checking out we headed for Malaga. We were looking for our friend Francisco's family shipyard. We met him in St. Augustine before leaving at our friends Phyllis and Maurys'. The St. Augustine Lighthouse Archaeological and Maritime Program and the St. Augustine Historical Society are partnering with
Astilleros Nereo in the building of the
Galvestown, a Spanish brig important to the American Revolutionary War. Francisco and his wife Mellisa treated us to seafood on the beach and let us stay at the family summer home in the hills above Malaga. It is being used as a field house for archaeology interns. We partied hearty with Everett and Scott that night...
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| Galvestown under construction |
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| Everett and the stem pattern |
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| Francisco shows me the shops and the new bandsaw |
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| Mountain field house |
The next day was spent in Malaga touring the Museo de Interactivo Musica with its director Miguel. It was quite interesting and supplemented with beer and tapas. The hospitality was still flowing when we left for Cordoba.
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| Tapas including baby eels and blood |
There we checked into another hostal next to the Mesquita... a huge medieval Islamic mosque that was saved when a cathedral was built within it. More later...
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| Mesquita, Corboba |
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