After weeks of pestering D-Man to take me to El Balcón de Europa, which faces Africa, I awoke Saturday morning to D-Man poking his fingers in my face and telling me it was time to get up. I slapped his hand away because it was finally Saturday and, goshdarnit, I was going to sleep in. Tessa happily trotted into the bedroom and mashed her nose up against mine, wagging her stubby tail. I pushed her wet face away and rolled over. She sighed loudly and lay down, probably willing me to get up with her mind. Then D-Man loudly proclaimed, “¡Venga ya! ¡Que nos vamos a Nerja!”
My eyes flew open like the living dead and I ran into the kitchen, gulped down my coffee, hopped into the bathroom to brush my teeth, and off we went.
I’ve been wanting to go on a good hike around Nerja’s caves for ages, but the day was muggy – you could see hot, dark fog floating around Nerja for miles around – so we settled on basic admission, which is just a stroll through the caves instead of a hardcore hike, which was fine by me.
It looks nice and bright in the photo because D-Man used a lot of ISO on the camera, but the weather was strange. It was foggy, but incredibly hot and stuffy, and you could feel the sun beating down on you even though you couldn’t really see it. I felt bad for the sticky Spanish bride having her wedding photos taken on El Balcón.
I also felt like my big ol’ forehead was going to get burned off my face. Yet, see how muggy the weather is?
We got to the tip of the Balcón and I was pleasantly surprised by how crystalline blue the water was… then I kicked myself for not having brought my bathing suit.
The foggy beach up close: kind of mysterious, don’t you think?
We then headed off for a stroll and some lunch in Frigiliana, a nearby town further up the mountains, known for its narrow curving streets and furry donkeys. I think I sent Jamie a postcard photo of a Frigiliana burro once…
We didn’t see any donkeys. But I did buy a new straw hat…
Typical potted plants of Andalucía: my favorite contrast against the whitewashed houses and patio walls.
We ended our day trip at La Esquina, a cozy Spanish restaurant with a French chef, and indulged in a variety of media raciones, or half rations, of Manchego cheese, chicken curry, blood sausage, ensaladilla rusa, tender beef in a tomato-based sauce (as well as in a mustard-based sauce), and refreshing gazpacho. One of the best things about eating in some of these tiny, agricultural towns in Andalucía is that you can really taste the difference in the food. The ingredients are fresh and local, and the prices are incredibly decent.
What local day trips, or local foodie experiences, have you indulged in lately? :)