I don’t think we were quite prepared for just how spectacular the scenery is in Andalucia. Central to the province is the Parque Natural de Sierra Nevada, the highest peak at 3,477 meters. In the upper reaches of the mountains, snow is clearly visible tucked away in spots less exposed to the daytime sun.
Our casita is just on the edge of the park, in a location much favoured by mountain bikers and hill walkers. A number of ancient villages are perched or nestled amongst the foothills, and it was towards them we headed today.
Fortunately the car hire company had upgraded us to an Audi A4, which has a lot of oomph, certainly enough to drive in comfort through the white-knuckle, toe clenching, sweaty palms twists and bends of the mountain roads we travelled.
We were aiming for the towns of Capileria (the highest), Bubion and Pampaneira. With their whitewashed walls, they stand out starkly against the olive terraces and arid landscape.
We decided on heading above and beyond them first, to take in the views, and crisp, fresh air. Way down in the valley lies Orgiva, and our casita.
Capileria seems to drape itself over the ridge, and spill down the side, clinging to it by means of ingenuity and lots of concrete.
Regardless where you walk in the town, you’re always overlooking flat roofs and chimneys that crowd the foreground.
The main street offers temptingly attractive souvenirs, until you look closer, and discover they’re made in India or Equador.
Bubion offered much the same, but we weren’t there on a shopping trip. We were there to soak in the local ambiance.
Pampaneira is a little larger, and perhaps a little less remote than Capileria, but just as full of sights to fill the eyes and memory.
Home after a long day, dinner at the local pizzeria (excellent thin crust!) in Orgiva, and tucked up for a good night sleep.
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