After coming back from Asia, I wasn’t quite ready to give up on the summer sun. Unfortunately, here in London, summer gave up on me. So I promptly hopped a flight to Spain’s Andalusia, with a quick pit stop at Nerja on Costa Del Sol. The sunshine coast turned out to be far less sunny and about 20*C colder than places not on the coast. Like Granada and Seville. But after eating my body-weight in ice cream and wrapping up in a few Seafolly kaftans and a beach towel, things were looking up again.
Nerja is probably the nicest, quietest and most authentic little town on Costa Del Sol. Having said that, you’d have more luck spotting Big Foot than a real life Spanish person in Nerja. The upside though – everyone speaks English. It was a nice change from having to do strange hand waves and facial expressions at Cambodian locals, and then finishing all that off with a smile and a thank you in the wrong Asian language. Top marks, Alice, top marks.
Another thing Nerja is great for, is great breakfast views and great breakfast. By breakfast I mean fresh fruit, orange juice and the genius invention of black pudding gazpacho. If you ever need a meal to instantly add two inches to your waistline here one is. Although apparently black pudding is now a health food. I’m not convinced. If you aren’t either, standalone gazpacho is great especially when served with a slice of parma ham on top – I’m looking for a decent place to find some in London. Any suggestions?
