Travelling on an AVE in Spain is always a pleasurable experience. Arriving just 30 minutes before departure means that you are well on time, if not early, there is hardly any wait, you can take as much luggage as you can carry and the carriages are kept at the perfect temperature, which in the Spanish summer, is prettyyy darn important if you ask me! 😉 I watched the countryside turn from orange groves to olive trees, from red earth to scorched yellow grass in between chapters of Ernest Hemingway’s “For Whom the Bell Tolls”, which tells the story of Robert Jordan, a young American in the International Brigades attached to a Republican guerrilla unit during the Spanish Civil War. I mean if you are going to go to a foreign country then you might as well immerse yourself completely in it’s culture, right? 😉
It was pretty hot in Barcelona but down South was something else. I couldn’t have prepared myself for the wave of hot air that hit me as I stepped out of the train, even at 9 o’clock the air still hadn’t cooled down. We were met at Alicante station by my boyfriend Gustavo’s lovely parents, whom we were visiting and with whom we would be staying the week with. We had gone to Motril the year before and the great thing about the place is that it is very close to Granada and Gustavo and his family have been going there on holiday for years, so they know all the great things to do, the places to eat great food and have loads of really nice friends. Our time spent here is always super fun, the perfect type of summer holiday, spent in the presence of perfect company.
This week was all about relaxing, enjoying the beach and the pool. The apartment that we stayed at was really lovely and right on the sea front and a short drive to the golf course. A real home away from home! Are days were spent playing gold, going to the numerous chirringitos or beach bars, drinking summer wine and eating sea food on the terrace and of course meeting our friends down at the beach.
Because of the position of Motril on the coast, the sea water is a mix of the Atlantic and the Mediterranean and depending on the tide and the wind, sometimes is very warm, other times ice cold and sometimes just the perfect temperature. Everyday when we walked down the water’s edge we would wonder what it would be like and the topic of conversation first thing would invariably turn to that. We had days when the temperature of the water would change by a whole 10 degrees, days when our feet would virtually turn to ice, days when the water was warm and like a millpond and others where it was super hot but we couldn’t swim because of tiny little purple jelly fish that the kids hunted around the shore and prodded with sticks. The action was undoubtedly down at the beach, but we always had our back up plan, the clear warm pool of the apartment, surrounded by soft grass and palm trees.
On Tuesday night the most amazing market that appears along the promenade, between the palm trees and the sea, where people sell all sorts of things including locally grown mangos, bananas and peaches. Motril is on what is called the Tropical Coast and Spaniards have named it such due to the micro-climate and warm weather that is so typical of the area. The winters are so mild that sugar cane grows there and rhum is even made locally! At the market Gustavo’s family bought me a really pretty bikini, some cute floral espadrilles and some lovely earrings that I couldn’t take off. Those little stands were just full of treasures and the perfect place for anyone looking for good value pretty pieces. In fact I am wearing some of my purchases in the pictures below…
Last year when we stayed here on our Andalusian Road Trip we went to visit Granada and the Alhambra which is a must see if you ever travel to Spain or if you love UNESCO heritage sites, because it was one of the most magnificent sites that I have ever been to. This time though we stayed locally, going for walks to a nature park close to the house, playing beach tennis and making great new friends. One night we even went to the local fisherman’s village fair complete with children’s rides, candy floss machines and shooting range, where singers performed until the early hours of the morning and salsa dancers danced next to streets of low lying white washed houses decorated with colourful bunting. It felt like I was back in Cuba for the night!
I couldn’t get used to walking past the most incredible flowers and tropical plants. Large bushes covered in massive Hawaiian type flowers, some red, some white and some pink were growing everywhere. I absolutely love palm trees, the rustling noise that they make in the wind and the fan shape of the leaves and being surrounded by so many of them really made me feel as if I was a a lot further away, maybe even the Caribbean!
So here is the photo diary of my time in Motril, I hope you like it!