When I hear the word shrine I think of a few candles, pictures and maybe some cuddly toys that have been gathered together and that are generally small areas intent on being an improvised place of respect, like at a lamp-post or a wall.
So when we arrived in Fatima to check out the shrine on this world-famous pilgrimage site, I can hand on my heart say I was not expecting what appeared in front of us.
Continue reading Fatima – A mix of pure devotion and commercialism
If there was ever a town that looks like it has been picked straight out of a Disney movie and dropped on the outskirts of a major city, Sintra is it. Twenty kilometers north of Lisbon, Sintra is another world completely; it couldn’t be any more different from the frantic routine of its neighbouring city. It’s like stepping through the wardrobe in to Narnia, except Narnia is a huge expanse of luscious green gardens and forests and dreamlike castles and palaces.
Continue reading Sintra – Portugal’s most spell-binding town
Technically, we didn’t actually breakdown but we still managed to frequent the local garage twice in the same week.
Continue reading Breakdown Abroad
Gibraltar is a weird place. The first time we crossed the border and were standing on Main Street, I couldn’t decide if I was in awe or if I totally hated it.
Continue reading Monkeying around on the Rock
A few pictures of our 2015 trip to Marrakech.
I was 15 the last time I visited Nerja. At least I think I was, I could have been 16? Eamo was 16 the last he visited Nerja. Weird, huh? Maybe we crossed paths and didn’t even know it.
All the memories came flooding back to Eamo, the second we arrived in the little Spanish town. For me… nothing. I don’t remember a damn thing about this place. I really should have, but all I remember is that I was here once upon a time.
Nerja is beautiful, it really is. It’s a quintessential Spanish town with cute white houses and perfect little villas overlooking the Mediterranean. Palm trees bustling full parrots line the Main Square all the way down the promenade to the Balcon de Europa, where you can get a pretty awesome panoramic snap of this part of the Costa del Sol.
It’s the middle of January and it’s 20 degrees; what more do you want, right?
Continue reading More English and Irish than Spanish?
Motril was a complete wild card for us. We’d never heard of it, didn’t know anyone that had ever visited there and we had no idea what there was to do in and around the place.
Continue reading Unexpected beauty and free food
If you’ve ever been to Granada, you’ll understand when I say that not much needs to be said about this enchanting city. An old cliché I know but, it does speak for itself.
We only spent two days in Granada but we fell in love with this place, hard.
Continue reading Gypsies, Flamencos and Castles in the sky
I don’t know whether we weren’t in the mood the day we visited Murcia or if we’d had a bit too much vino the night before, but Continue reading Over-hyped or just hungover?
Everyone’s been to Alicante, right? Or at least knows someone that has been?
It’s one of Spain’s biggest tourist traps, particularly as it’s one of the main gateway’s to the Costa Blanca. I half expected it to be full of expats and almost a bit too touristy, but I was pleasantly surprised.
Continue reading ‘Shrooms and skinny dips