We had high hopes for Jaen as a one-day stop between Granada and Cordoba. The cathedral was beautiful, but you can’t take pictures. The ubiquitous castle, which we opted not to visit in the rain as our choices were to walk up or take a taxi. Not much else.
I think part of the issue was that we chose a quiet hotel on the edge of town. The view of the castle from our hotel room was spectacular (see photo), and it was only a 5-euro taxi ride into town, but we’re used to being in the middle of everything.
We did teach the bartender in our hotel how to make a White Russian. He had to use a stepstool to get down a VERY dusty bottle of Tia Maria. Todd told him how much to pour. Then how much vodka – NOT gin. Then milk – NOT warmed. Vale! Rus Blanco!
Jaen seriously shuts down for siesta. The place we had planned to eat dinner didn’t open until 9:00, so we wandered until we ended up back at the restaurant where we had lunch, Columbia 50. The Caesar salad was so good I ate every bit of it. (For those of you who don’t know me, I’m not a fan of vegetative matter.)
We left Jaen grateful we chose Alicante as our home. We have restaurants on every block, and something is always open, even during siesta.