Well, everyone, it’s time for my bi-annual blog post! If you’re still interested enough to read this it’s most likely because you are a good friend of mine, or my mom or you secretly want to see pictures of me in my bikini (You’re in the right place). So to everyone still tuned in, thanks!! I know I say this all the time, but I really am going to try to pick up the pace on this little blog o’ mine. Hopefully now that I have a good computer situation at home, I’ll be more inclined to share this humble life with y’all 🙂
So – the Spain Epic continues! (I really want to post all my Europe pics here so I have a nice little documentation for them – I promise there’s only one more Europe post!)
After the gruelling and wonderful day of walking through Alhambra, Jamie and I did some city sight seeing in Malaga – we stopped for tapas and walked through the fancy, shiny brick streets (reminded me of a European themed indoor shopping mall – except it was authentic and outdoors), stopped to get some gelato and watched as fancy Spanish women lead their fancy Spanish men into stores like Prada and Gucci. A far cry from the crispy Welshmen we had grown accustom to spotting on the Beaches of Benalmadena.
The next day was recovery day where we hit the beach and relaxed at our new favourite beachside restaurant, Rincon del Mar. The owner was very welcoming, treated us like royalty and kept our wine glasses full. We loved it so much, we told him we’d be back the next day for my birthday dinner celebration. I went to sleep with the excitement of tomorrow’s day – a Spanish road trip into unknown where we would celebrate my birthday.
The next day when I awoke, I thought “Wow! It’s my birthday and I’m in Spain! What could be better?!”. Then I opened the curtains to find that our sunny Spanish countryside had transformed into a bleak, grey drizzly mud puddle. Nevertheless, we set out to find birthday happiness on the roads. You will notice that this day is not well documented in the photos. That is because the pictures would depict a depressing day of solitude. Apparently when it rains in Spain, the locals abandon the streets like El Guapo is coming (I realize this is a Mexican reference but the image of the villagers shutting their windows in fear is the same as how I picture the Spanish locals shutting their doors to drizzle). So we spent a splashy day driving to seemingly abandoned towns and villages only to find that all the restaurants and stores were closed and every city we drove through might as well have been a ghost town. That being said, this allowed Jamie and I day to listen to music in the car and drive around and talk. Which, in the end, was sappy and romantic and perfect for a birthday.
When we got back to the hotel, we immediately head over to our new favourite restaurant as we were both ready for some much needed wine. Our host greeted us with enthusiasm and we were treated to a delicious meal. At the end of the meal, the owner (having not been reminded of the fact that it was my birthday since we mentioned it the day before) brought out a piece of pie with a tea light sitting on the plate. He then conducted his entire kitchen staff in singing “Happy Birthday” to me. This is not the customary birthday song in Spain and many of the boys faltered on the lyrics and tune, but it was so heartfelt that it remains in my memory, the best time this song has ever been sung to me. Awesome Birthday after all.
On our last day, the sun was shining again and we decided to climb a mountain. Well, that’s not accurate – we decided to let a cable car pull us to the top of a mountain where we climbed some stairs and pretended as if we had accomplished something great. (The walk to the where the cable car picked us up was actually challenging – that’s why I wore my workout clothes!). Naturally, we finished our time in Costa Del Sol sitting at the pool and soaking in the relaxation, as the next day we would be on our way to Madrid to experience some big city culture.
UGLY:
How rarely I blog anymore. This time it will be better, guys!!
The low point of birthday day was driving past a sad, wet carnival that no one was at, then stopping for food at the only open restaurant, where a man who was clearly 100 years old served us pizza which was removed from plastic packaging and then put in the microwave for us.
AWESOME:
Malaga was very fancy and nice. If we were to go back, I would have put on a snazzy dress and heels and paraded around like I had money to burn.
Although my birthday was a bit of a sad sack, the restaurant episode actually made me so happy that it pretty much turned the day around.
Next time on Ugly/ Awesome:
Madrid! Art! Statues! Bachelorette parties! A bar called “Latina Turner”! Don’t miss it!
Jumping in Malaga!
Singing in the Rain in Spain?!
Gelato face.
Beach strut.
Romance at the sea.
This is where Jamie taught me how to play in the waves without fearing death.
Where’s wet Waldo?
Dinner romantique.
Lifeblood.
cheeky.
happy.
SUPERMODEL.
Delicious Bakery stuffs.
Picasso was born in Malaga! Off to see his family’s personal collection.
Pretty buildings and such.
Jamie and his new best friend.
Best friend hangs his head in shame.
This was the street Jamie accidentally drove down when he wasn’t supposed to. Who knew?
Benalmadena sunset from our balcony.
Pretty!
Mountain we would later be pulled to the top of.
Birthday pie!!
Birthday dinner!
Birthday buzz!
Owner of the lovely restaurant! (Apparently it is his custom to stop smiling as soon as there is a camera around).
Welcome to the museum of random tiles and archways and doors. Oh no, I’m sorry this is my blog post. I became confused because of how many random photos there are of architectural marvels (and non marvels) that occupy the space of this post.
Last time on Ugly Awesome we were rushing around Barcelona eating fried mush balls and drinking cava. This time on Ugly Awesome, we eat fried mush balls and drink Sangria and Cerveza… Andelé!
We landed in Malaga in the dead of night. We rented a space-aged European car and started our journey through winding roads and unfamiliar highways. Our GPS system kept directing us directly into water and hills and such so we were reduced to asking a man dressed as Elvis to direct us to Sunset Beach Club resort in the Beach town of Benalmadena. When we arrived, the area was pitch black and the only thing we could really see about our hotel was that it was right next to the beach – success! We checked in to our odd room with two single beds (Apparently it was the only option…I’d like to see the Honeymoon Suite). The room was good and our harrowing journey had made us tired, so we shook hands and retired to our own beds.
In the morning, when I woke up, I opened my eyes and had the surprise of my life – in front of me, through the window, was the most beautiful view of the Mountains. I hadn’t even realized the mountains were there the night before and here they were like they’d grown there over night. Thus began our week of Beach goodness.
I’d never had a vacation where the purpose of the trip was to sit on a beach and drink cocktails and soak up the sun (Sheryl Crow) so I was beyond excited. I threw on a bikini and informed Jamie it was Red Lobster time (time for me to sit in the sun until I resembled my arch nemesis). We head down to the pool and grew comfortable there. Along with the sandy, wavy beach, the pool became our grazing ground for the next several days. It was magic.
I should mention that our initial expectation of Benalmadena was that it was an exotic place filled with the scent of various spices and the sight of shirtless Spanish men (and women) and we would sip on coconut milk whist the breeze combed our sandy hair with it’s warm tines. That first day on the beach, we were informed through casual conversation that Benalmadena was the prime vacation choice for Irish, Scottish and English tourists. So instead of various spices, the boardwalk smelled more like Bangers and Mash. The shirtless Spanish men were in fact fat, sunburnt Irishmen (and women) and could be heard most times of the day slurring about more “pints from the dollar machines, you tosser!”. Jamie and I were surprised at first, but grew to love our Coronation Street companions and re-adjusted our beach vacation rose coloured glasses.
About half way through our beach week, we decided we should do something historic and productive, so we asked the resident event planner for ideas. She told us about Alhambra – Apparently the main reason why many tourists come to Spain, Alhambra is a collection of very impressive palaces located in Granada. It was built in the mid 14th century by Moorish rulers before it was re-possessed by Catholic Monarchs. It’s famous for being built by several different cultures, depending on who owned it over the years and who built more additions to the palaces. In the end, it incorporates traditional Arabic design elements with Christian and Jewish additions as well as parts of the palaces which are French and Italian inspired. Basically it looks like Paradise.
Jamie and I awoke extremely early in the morning in hopes that we could secure a spot to tour the grounds (Most people book weeks ahead – but we had only just heard of it!) We arrived at 8am and managed to grab a tour at 2 in the afternoon. We whiled away the time sipping delicious Café con leche and watching a mama cat transport her new kittens from their little nest in a tree to their new home behind the restaurant. We explored Granada – the town Alhambra sits in, and hiked up a steep, foresty hill to the entrance where we took our tour.
Alhambra can only be described in pictures, which is why there are so many of them down there! It was probably the most impressive place I’ve seen in real life and I would recommend going to anyone who happens to be doing the Spain thing. I won’t go on and on about it, just promise to look at some of the seemingly boring pictures…but then imagine someone making it by hand in the mid 14th century…And if it’s still boring, imagine them doing the hustle in the nuddy pants. See, history can be exciting!
Ugly
My red, blotchy face in most of these pictures. I walked too much that day. Too much.
Eating a questionable egg salad sandwich after it was in my hot backpack for several hours…bad idea.
Most British people, apparently. I watch Corrie – I should have known.
Awesome
Pretending you are a Ferrero Rocher goddess in Paradise who walks on water whilst eating the chocolate of the Gods…(it was actually a Haagen Dazs Ice Cream Bar, but it was tasty and refreshing after our long tour of the amazing Alhambra)
BEACH VACAY #1! (Hopefully 1 of several more)
NEXT TIME ON UGLY AWESOME:
Caitlin’s Birthday – Will it involve a Spanish carnival? YOU DECIDE!
Picaso Museum – White and bare just like my bikini bod!
Mountain Climbing – Not just for goats anymore!
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Our romantic room in Benalmedena
My reaction to our quarters
Our Spanish kitchen for the week
The view from the balcony when we arrived
The view from our bedroom when we awoke the next morning!
Who knew we had such a pretty mountain view?!
Calamorro mountain! We would later trek to the peak…
We also have a beach view from our room!
Can’t wait to go swiiiiimming
Gearing up for our first day on our beach vacay
Ocean view from our floor
Relaxation begins!
Pool view
Cerveza por favor!
Having a snack at the beach cafe
I think we were trying to take pictures of the topless beach goers…
Yes, we definitely were.
Enjoying the view…
delicious quesadilla
Finding a traditional Spanish restaurant after walking for an hour
Sangria monsters.
Love me some fried cone food
I ate fried bull tail! Weird!
Yum yums
Sangria makes us both very happy.
The restaurant was run by nice folks with a history of bullfighting in the family
The descendants
Free olives from nice Spanish men.
Sangria makes me love life. And old photos of matadors.
A PURPLE tree. It’s real.
hahahahaha this was taken at peak dinner hour.
This was taken at an ungodly hour of the morning. The Benalmadena coast…
Bright and early – driving to Granada!
View from the mountain top highway – gave me vertigo something turrible.
Into the mountain!
Toro!!
Getting a coffee while we wait for our turn to tour through Alhambra
…I was looking at a map…that’s why it’s upside down…
Tourist trap items for sale! So pretty, but so not worth it!
MAMA CAT! transporting her babies from the roof to their new home! Happened 4 times at least.
There she goes!
Spanish kitten!
Beginning our Granada experience!
Cats all up in here.
close up cat.
Let’s explain..This is where we decided everything we saw was magnificent…so expect a lot of architecture photos…
A lizard attacked me at this wall.
Yeah…Alhambra jump picture!
The key hole photos begin…
closer….
…closer….
closest!
Today was a happy day 🙂
The view was crazy pants.
A wee taste of the castle
We are clearly amazing photographers.
Me and the castle.
Jamie uses his trusted “sunglasses” lense filter…
stoppinf for lunch. We did not eat these beans.
we had sandwiches under this delightful canopy.
Hello postcard town!
so many nice windows in Europe…
Jump pictures a plenty on this day.
Jamie and the Fountain.
The backpack I wish I bought but didn’t… 😦
Alhambra west siiiide.
I’m peachy keen.
OH HI THERE.
WELL, HELLO TO YOU.
wasting time taking pictures because we weren’t allowed in the palace yet.
Oh, hey. Just chillin.
Spanish Ninja!
You can see me getting visibly red and hot and sweaty now…
beauty.
Follow me! Into the garden you thought only existed on the Women’s Network.
Lotus. Boom.
It smelled really good too.
Awkward couple photo #1 of a thousand.
reminds me of Alice…
Rapunzel yo!
want to go swimming – against the law.
Moorish design stuff.
Awkward photo #2.
This is me winning the pretentious photo contest.
Oh hey, girl…
Crop circle?
The Shining.
Crazy moorish water transportation system
Drainage for the crazy water
It’s like I’m in Tombraider! (Coastal Thailand…)
Are you not Entertained??!!
Gladiator ninja. School children laughed at me…
Big Door
Small Door
Caitlin, the merciful.
Where’s Jamie?
Where is he?
There he is!
…There he is again!
Climbing higher!
This reminds me of Robin hood – the Disney one.
On top of Spain! Right on the top!
The view…
HUNCHBACK!
The Sierra Nevada in the distance
Sky love.
OK, I’m sorry for all the close ups of random posts…
…and tiles…
…and dragons…
My backpack baby…aaw.
Such insane detail! Someone chiselled this! By hand!
They made us put our bags at the front. The school children rebelled and had to fight to the death in the Galdiator room.
This should be a spa.
Smee!
It looks like I’m hiding from the Feds. Which I was.
Damn posts everywhur.
Birdie.
I am in my dreams, yes?
This pool reminds me of the Virgin Suicides. Gas Mask.
So purty.
Starry night!
Honeycomb ceiling!
The Angles!
Gorgeous.
Pickin lemons!
I was reading a book at the time called “Driving Over Lemons”…There are a lot of lemons in Spain