It’s been a bit dreich* today and so I ditched my plans to visit a local garden and remembered sunny times in April instead. (Caught up on the ironing too)
Alicante. Probably most travellers fly there to reach the resorts of the Costa Blanca but that’s a shame. Our previous visit to Spain had been Seville, a major tourist city full of world famous attractions but Alicante had plenty to occupy us. We climbed up to the Santa Barbara castle, explored colourful streets, ate and drank well. And even though I didn’t brave a sea swim I enjoyed a paddle from El Postiguet beach.
There was a superb exhibition of treasures from Persia (modern day Iran)
And a fascinating municipal museum of Fogueres fantastic sculptures built by neighbourhood organisations then burnt in a festival of bonfires each June
I even managed to find a dress for a wedding next month.
Before MrS retired we did a certain amount of travelling for his work, often to places we wouldn’t have otherwise chosen, and because of that I’ve been lucky to visit some amazing places. This trip was a little like that, determined by time and available flights, but we had a really great time.
And the flight home was pretty spectacular
Until next time,
We stayed at the lovely Hospes Amerigo
*Scottish word meaning wet and grey