Sunday, 27 April 2014

Somos muy pequeñas...

The week after Semana Santa has not been an enjoyable one what with going to classes, getting grades back and all the other horrible stuff which comes with being an Erasmus student. Naturally, we decided to book a little trip to cheer ourselves up and celebrate Rosie's birthday. Cabo de Gata has been on the year abroad bucket list for a while now so we booked a hostel and off we went. 

Cabo de Gata is a beautiful national park about 3 hours away from Granada. We got the bus to Almería and then another to Cabo de Gata. Our hostel was in San José which is in Cabo de Gata. I assumed it'd be easy enough to get from one place to another. Wrong. 

We arrived in Cabo de Gata, a sleepy town with no one about but a lone man at the bus stop, we asked him how to get to San José and he said we had to get the bus back to Almería and then another bus from there to San José as it turns out they're not the same place. We didn't like his idea so instead we popped into a local bar and asked for a taxi number. The problem is that there were 5 of us and they generally only have 5 seater taxis. Luckily, the taxi driver read our minds and asked ¿sois pequeñas? (Are you small?). Yes, we said, very small. So he came and picked us up, the other 4 illegally squashed in the back and me in the front with my new best pal, Antonio. He even joined in with the selfies. He was a lovely man and told us all about the area on the half hour drive to San José. It was such a funny taxi journey, and it  was suddenly so worth getting the wrong bus from Almería. As we first set off he said, 'Si ves a la Guardia Civil, baja la cabeza!' (If you see the Guardia Civil, duck your head!). Of course, along these dusty and deserted roads there did just happen to be a Guardia Civil car on the side of the road. We panicked and they probably saw a lot of heads ducking...maybe we should of done a practice run of who was going to be the head-ducker. Luckily they didn't notice and in no time we were settled in our hostel. 

We picked very well, Albergue San José is a lovely hostel at only 12E a night and in a good location you really can't go wrong. It has lovely terraces with beautiful views and there were only a few other people staying there at the same time as us. The only suggestion I have is that they clarify as to what gender the bathrooms are for, turns out I'd been showering in the mens the whole weekend and I found out in an interesting way. 

We ate great food, drank great wine and it was the perfect weekend. The landscapes and beaches are incredible and so unspoilt which, for southern Spain, can be quite hard to come by. We swam in the very cold sea and stumbled across one or two very nudist beaches. Cabo de Gata would be great to revisit one day but perhaps with a car. You'd be able to access the more remote beaches that would take quite a while to get to on foot. The one we went to took us about 45 minutes to walk to over the mountains. We spent the afternoon in Almería on Sunday before jumping on the bus back to Granada which was a nice way to end the weekend, though somewhat sweaty when lugging a big rucksack around on your back...

Overall a great but tiring weekend. Luckily, we are in Spain and Thursday and Friday are bank holidays here in Granada. 3 day week and a big fat puente. Saturday is El Día de la Cruz which is set to be an explosion of colourful flowers throughout the city. ¡Viva España!


What a legend

San José



pale guiris




nudist beach


making Adele into a beautiful sirena

¡Viva España!

Thursday, 17 April 2014

Spring has sprung

I have a week off uni  for Easter and the weather is beautiful, it's beginning to feel like spring with temperatures of summer. Although it's not 'hot' yet, it's certainly a comfortable weather for me, it's been mid-late twenties the past few weeks and I'm beginning to get scared for the unbearable temperatures which will come in June. I'm already on the antihistamines and factor 50...

Last weekend me and Rosie decided to go to  the beach in a town called Motril. It wasn't the most amazing beach in the world but it was about 13 return on the bus and there was sun, sea and sand. The coolest thing about Motril is that, as it lies within the province of Granada, when we were on the beach and in the sea you could see the snowy mountains of the Sierra Nevada. 27 degree heat whilst looking at snow topped mountains was quite surreal but very unique. 

snowy mountains 

beer in the sun



This week I had a visit from my best friend Amy.  My favourite thing we did was the day she arrived, we trekked up to Mirador de San Miguel Alto where we sat on the famous wall where everyone sits, caught up and sipped wine whilst the sun set. The views are breathtaking and look right over the whole city. Another evening we went to a flamenco show which was, yet again, incredible. The times I have been before the singer has been male but this time she was female and it was a completely different experience. We had a perfect few days together and I'm so glad she got to visit.


El mundo a nuestros pies




 This week is also Semana Santa which is a pretty big deal in Spain. In England we just give chocolate eggs and eat hot cross buns (which I really miss). There are processions basically all day everyday in Granada and all throughout Spain. I went to one on Sunday with Maddy and Rosie and also caught a few whilst walking around with Amy. They really are incredible, photos don't really capture the experience. Tonight there is a procession in complete silence and the lights in the city are turned off. The only light comes from the candles that are held by the KKK cofradías.




The thought of going back to uni is, as always, not a nice one, how do they study in such heat? Another displeasing thought is how little of my year abroad is left. What can I do over summer to put off coming home? I love you England but I'm not ready to come back yet.