A Holiday in Valle De Lecrin.

I’ve Been on Holiday!

About a month ago, one of my sisters asked me if I fancied a trip away. She had a week off work coming up and was planning a holiday. Originally, she was going to go with a friend, but her friend had had to back out. Her misfortune was my gain because I said: “Yes!” (If you’ve seen my crochet vlogs on YouTube, you’ll know I’ve been saying yes to everything this year in a bid to be more brave). It all happened very quickly; all of a sudden, four nights in Andalucia had been booked!

Looking out of the aeroplane window got me excited. Before that, I was kind of anxious about the whole thing. I barely slept the night before, knowing that I had to get out of bed at 3.15 am and drive us an hour and fifteen to Bristol airport. Other people do this sort of thing all the time, but to me it’s pretty alien. Honestly, this year has been nuts.

Saying “yes” to things has meant that I’ve been to Edinburgh Yarn Festival, had a weekend break in Amsterdam, and now I’ve been to Spain for the first time. All of these have been brilliant but also very budgetty. (By the way, I’m also “yessing” to less extravagant stuff too, I’m not about to leave us penniless by jet setting all over just because I want to. You know, simple things: Do you want to go for a walk? “Yes”).

A Bargain Holiday to Saleres

Our destination? Saleres, a small, quiet town in Valle De Lecrin, an absolutely stunning part of Spain near the Sierra Nevada mountains. Read about the area here. Isn’t it lovely?! There are no shops in Saleres, but there is a bread man who comes round twice a day in his van. And there’s a fish man too who visits every day.

If you hear a tooting horn, then you know someone has come to sell you food. You don’t need a fruit man as there’s loads of it growing on your doorstep. It was wonderful to pluck your own sweet oranges from trees that are in all directions. Lemons were huge; we needed those for G&Ts. We braved the prickly pear fruit, burning the spines off before we handled them, and we weren’t sure whether the other things we spied were persimmon or not.

It was awesome, and I was greedy. We spotted almond trees too, and there were allotments aplenty, quite sporadic in their placement, but I’m guessing those local guys knew what they were doing. Lots of broad beans, onions and happy tomato plants. The area was abundant in everything. Super lush.

The Holiday Home

It was Airbnb time. My sister was clever enough to find decent accommodation. I was searching in the wrong places. Just because the airport was in Malaga did not mean we should stay in Malaga. We stayed in a lovely house, which was traditionally Moorish in style. 

We had three terraces to ourselves, and they were mostly private. I did notice an old man in the distance whilst I was using the outdoor shower. He didn’t seem to mind me having a wash. In fact, I think he was rather enjoying himself until he realised I’d turned round and seen him! The house was cool inside, and the terraces had hot, hot sunshine from morning until sunset. Bliss.

The very first stop was a supermarket to stock up on food and drink (cava and rioja, obvs). How I wish I could have fit a jamon into my suitcase. I did squeeze in a fat chorizo and a packet of morcilla (Spanish black pud). Yum!

Crochet on the Beach

On our first full day, we flip-flopped down to Canuelo beach, a very nearly deserted shingle beach. It’s quite a walk to get there. It’s so worth it, though. Stunning, I tell you! Walking back up the hill left me with a beetroot face. It was very hot and super steep. I understand that in peak season, there is a bus. You’re not allowed to drive down; you park at the top. 

We saw police come and put a ticket on the only car brazen enough to break up the beauty of the place. I minded my own business and got on with some beach crochet (there’s a post coming soon about Wool and the Gang’s Tina Tape yarn).

Visiting Alhambra Without Going In!

The next day was a trip to Alhambra, a palace/fortress that we couldn’t get tickets for. It was completely sold out. We learned that it’s usually booked up weeks in advance.  However, what the official people didn’t tell us (but a friendly guide did) is that there is half a day’s worth of stuff you can do for free!

It’s a bonkers place, absolutely massive, and I’m kind of glad of all the stuff we couldn’t see  (I would have been seriously worn out). We did get to see extraordinary, imposing architecture. There is also an art gallery and museum on site, which we had a wander around.

Orange Groves and Tapas

In the evening, we thought we’d stroll over to the next town for a drink and some tapas at one of the bars there. We got lost. Quite a few times, actually. After stumbling through some orange groves and making a couple more wrong turns, we reached our destination.

Restabal is another of the towns in Valle de Lecrin, a sign told us it was 1.5km away from Saleres. We found Bar Jovi, which served cold beer (“Dos cervezas, por favor!”) and delicious tapas. The gubbins that we read at the house told us Restabal was a twenty minute walk away. Hmm, it was a twenty minute march, not a casual stroll (we didn’t get lost on the way home, despite it being dark).

Whatever, we’re young and fit, it was fine. And the frogs we heard! On the way home, we passed a giant round metal vat/reservoir doodah with water in it. There were frogs hanging out in there, and the sounds bouncing off the walls were incredible!

Squeezing in more terrace top crochet.

A Walk to Albunuelas

The last day was a walk to Albunuelas, which was about 3km in the other direction. The path we took is part of the GR7. The GR7 goes through several European countries and is a walker’s dream. Or so I understand. Read about it here.

The views were awesome, the pathways were brilliant, and we didn’t get lost! It was ridiculously hot, though, and there are very few shady places. We took plenty of water, and when we got to Albunuelas, we found a quiet bar (we followed old guys after their sherry). My Spanish is awful, but my sister is way better than me. She managed to explain to keep the tapas coming. There was confusion about menus; I don’t think it was one of the places we’d been told would do three-course lunches for 9 Euros. However…

Goodness me! I loved the tapas; it was completely fabulous. (Top right pic is from Bar Jovi). The woman behind the bar was lovely; she made a huge effort to impress us (flaming sausages!). We only had a couple of beers each, yet we got through six plates of yummy snacks.

Interesting wildlife too.  House martins and swifts zipped about the sky, and a gecko sat with us on our top terrace. I know we get lizards here; in fact, there’s a dead slow worm in the garden right now, but I do love seeing them skitter about the place as you walk past.

We also saw an eagle owl living on some bloke’s balcony. There were half a tonne of cats on street corners too. They’d come in the house if you let them, but we were told to discourage them. A wise decision unless you’re a legit cat lady.

On our last night, we steeped in the outdoor tub. Sitting neck deep in hot water, we listened to the frogs sing and gazed at bats and shooting stars. Then it was time to go home. Over so quickly. Everything was properly enjoyable. I don’t think I was ever unhappy at all. I wonder where we’ll go next time?!