When we first moved to Spain a few years ago, we would see people flying around in the sky with parachutes (paragliding). We had no idea what it was and drove over to La Herradura to check it out. It turns out this is one of the best places for paragliding in Spain, right over the Mediterranean Sea! We watched so many of them floating in the sky and then landing on the beach. I knew I wanted to try it one day, as I love to try anything that is full of adventure.
Today we say Hasta Luego to our wonderful town of Almuñécar, our beautiful view from the terrace, the sounds and smell of the sea, and good friends. As we drove up and over the hill, we looked over for our final birds-eye view of the town. My eyes instantly welled-up and my sunglasses caught the puddles streaming down my cheeks. Never did I think that our hearts would be touched so much by our time in Spain and the people we met along the way. After many tearful goodbyes this week, we left Almuñécar this morning. Thank goodness for the tissues we had handy in the car!
Of course seafood is in abundance when living along the Mediterranean Sea. Each summer little Barbacoa (Barbecue) stands pop up along the beach and many of the “summer only” restaurants light up their barbacoa too. Last summer, Lars kept asking if he could try the sardines, that were just about every 100 yards along the beach. Because they were plentiful, I kept telling him we would do it later. Well in mid-September, we finally went to the beach so Lars could sample the ever so popular Grilled Sardines on a skewer.
I am seaside, it’s rather warm outside, bordering on hot, and yet I am being refreshed. It is at this moment that I recognize that a great injustice has been done. There is no Nobel Prize for cooking, and by extension, the person who invented ice cream missed out on the accolades and recognition deserving of such a huge discovery. Therefore, it is with great reverence that I advise you to seek out this ice cream shop, as we think it’s the best in Almuñécar!
As the clock stands after 22 months in Spain, we have 9 days left in the country, and this has been a bit of a rough week for the kids. Two weeks ago, it was all about the end of the school year, and both were counting down the days until the last day of class. This week, however, it has dawned on them that they were not going to be seeing their friends. We were leaving Spain!
Of all the foods in this world that are highly regarded, the pinnacle of international cuisine has to be authentic Italian pizza. There. I said it. Whether it’s thick or thin, cold or hot, pizza is awesome.
There is no shortage of good coffee in Spain and our small town of Almuñécar is no exception. We don’t sport a trendy and expensive Starbucks and there is good reason, it would be a waste of money!
Imagine weaving your way through the narrow pedestrian-only streets, of the seaside town of Almuñécar, Spain. As you take each step you admire the patterned stone work on the path, the buildings, fountains, and plazas beaming with history and the castle perched on the hill above. There is a buzz of people going about their day while picking up their bread at the local bakery and catching up on the daily gossip. You weave your way through the maze and on to Calle Alta del Mar, you arrive at B&B Casa 9, with flower lined windows. You eagerly knock on the age-old large wooden doors, which have greeted visitors for hundreds of years. The doors open and you are greeted with the friendliest smile in town, by your host Daizie.
Almuñécar has a beautiful paseo along the beach and we especially love the one near our home along Playa San Cristobal. The kids and I were out for a walk and a swim the other day and noticed something just beside the paseo in the sand. It was big, scary and an interesting sight for Almuñécar. It was a big crocodile.