laundry day in Alicante

laundry day in Alicante

We are fortunate to have a washing machine in our apartment. As is typical, we have no dryer.

The place we rented when we came to hunt for an apartment had a combination washer-dryer. All we could figure out was that that meant clothes came out HOT and damp, not really dry.

There are several laundry lines outside the kitchen window. We’ve lost several towels to wind. Todd was able to rescue one from the apartment below us, but one kitchen and one bath towel have yet to come home.(see photo).

Most of our clothes we dry on a rack inside the apartment. It takes up a lot of room in the guest bedroom, and it’s always out, as we are always in the process of doing laundry. We hang shirts in the bathroom or in the doorways.

Occasionally, we take sheets and towels, and maybe jeans, to the laundromat. It’s nice when they can get dried and not end up crunchy and stiff! As an additional benefit, the laundromat is across from a Columbian panaderia, so what’s not to love?

A couple of times now, Todd has taken his better shirts and slacks to the cleaner’s. Just as clothing in general seems to be more expensive here, so, too, does cleaning. Oh, well. The last time, we paid in advance and the guy told us we could pick everything up Sabado por la manana. So Todd went back to the tintoria Saturday morning: it was closed. He went back Monday morning, and the guy wanted to see his passport before he would give him his clothes. Never mind that we had paid upfront – with a credit card. Or that we were probably the only Americans he had seen in weeks, if not months, if not ever. The guy reluctantly accepted Todd’s residency card as evidence of his identity.

 

bar tales

bar tales

As Texans, we are always appreciative of a good margarita. The best one we’ve found in Alicante so far is the one at the Gourmet Experience at El Corte Ingles. Expensive by Alicante standards at 6 Euros, it is nonetheless excellent! And when Darin, our favorite waitress, is working, we get sample mango margaritas with la cuenta.

I’ve already posted about the disappointing pina-rita at Tia Juana’s. Last week, we stumbled onto Cactus Alicante, where the kitchen was not open, but the margarita was excellent, if a little sweet.

As we’ve ventured beyond Alicante, we’ve had other alcohol-related adventures.

Note: in Andalusia, even the seco wines are somewhat sweet.

In Jaen, we taught the bartender how to make a Rus Blanco with a dusty bottle of Tia Maria. With that successful experience under our belt, we settled into the lounge area of our hotel in Cordoba one evening for Tia Maria and cream. When the waitress seemed confused, we were able to convey that we were wanting a coffee liqueur, glasses with ice, and cold milk. She returned with Kahlua (even better), the glasses with ice, and the cold milk. She was amazed at our creation, I think mostly at the use of cold milk.

We tried again the next night, with a different waitress. We asked for Kahlua. She insisted they didn’t have it. After several exchanges, we settled for Tia Maria. This time, she brought warm milk. Not the same, as the ice melted quickly, but yummy dessert drink nonetheless.

Our last evening in Cordoba, we followed the desk clerk’s recommendation for Italian. The food was excellent, but they had no concept of Chianti. We settled for a local red. When in Spain…

Vale!

a quiet stopover in Jaen

a quiet stopover in Jaen

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.

the road (somewhat) less traveled

the road (somewhat) less traveled

I don’t remember learning how to read a map, but it was part of every road trip our family took when I was a child. It was nothing short of a miracle to be able tell what town was coming up next, how far we’d been, how far we still had to go. Map apps are not the same as the real thing! In Spain, I find it helps to spread out the map to get the big picture, as all roads lead to/from Madrid: Spanish highways radiate out from Madrid like spokes – sort of.

National highways, called “interurban motorways” are named with an A plus numbers. The six radial roads coming from Madrid are A-1 through A-6. Other highways have 2-digit numbers.

Regional highways are labeled with the first letter (or 2 letters) of the region. So, traveling through Andalusia, the regional roadways are labeled with an A, just like the national highways. But the regional signs are green or orange. Color matters!

On our way to Granada, we stopped in Lorca for lunch. We’ve added Lorca to the spend-a-day-there list: a great castle and an archaeological dig that you can apparently visit by appointment.

Back on the road through the Sierras in the rain. Passing rolling seas of olive groves, with each bend of the road revealing an even more stunning scene.

first-view-of-sierra-nevada

Our first view of the Sierra Nevada.

We covered 350 kilometers (160 miles) on that leg.

Driving in Granada itself (and in Cordoba) is not for sissies! Snug streets that shouldn’t have cars on them at all, let alone cars trying to go in both directions with pedestrians who have nowhere to get out of the way except to duck into the door of a nearby business.

And as we left the corkscrew parking garage in Granada, Todd had to park on an incline while I got out to pay at the window. Really odd – with cars stopped on the incline behind us and ahead of us, coming into the garage.

Leaving Granada, we cut across smaller roadways just for the experience. After our rainy drive from Alicante to Granada, we were glad for the brief sunshine on the way to Jaen.

lunch-with-gnocchi

We stopped in Moclin for lunch. The locals looked at us suspiciously – until Gnocchi discovered us. Once she had accepted us, we were met with smiles from all.

As we were loading up in Cordoba to head home, Todd realized that he had left the car keys in the hotel safe. I stayed with our bags while he trudged back to the hotel to retrieve the keys. And we were off…

Just outside Albacete on our way home, we were stopped by the Guardia in a random stop-and-search. Todd got breathalyzed. We were told that since we had residency cards, we were in violation by driving with a Texas driver’s license – we should have an EU license. Much conferring between the guardia, then we were told there would be a 500-euro fine – only 250 if we paid within 20 days. More conferring, then a call from headquarters let them know that we had 6 months from the date of the residency to change the driver’s license. Us: Muchas gracias, senor. Him: Please drive safely.

Vale!

Becoming Spanish: the driver’s license – Part I

We rented a car to drive to Granada and Cordoba. Aside from alley-walkways that are supposed to be streets and REALLY tight parking garages, we had no issues.

Until we were just outside Albacete on our way home, when we were stopped by the Guardia in a random stop-and-search. Todd got breathalyzed. We were told that since we had residency cards, we were in violation by driving with a Texas driver’s license – we should have an EU license. Much conferring between the officers, then we were told there would be a 500-euro fine – only 250 if we paid within 20 days. More conferring, then a call from headquarters let them know that we had 6 months from the date of the residency to change the driver’s license. Muchas gracias, senor. Please drive safely.

When Todd returned the rent car, he asked the clerk. She pointed him around the corner to the traffic office, so we went the next day to check it out. In typical Spanish fashion, the office upstairs that seemed to be the office we needed sent us downstairs, where we waited in the no-cita line (we had tried to book a cita online, but the function wouldn’t work) for information. The gentleman sent us upstairs. When we told him we had started there, he shrugged and pointed upstairs. Back up the stairs we trudged. The gentleman there had us wait in the lobby while he found someone who could speak English. She told us to use an auto escuela; they would arrange everything for us.

So, we went online in search of info. Our favorite ad for an English-speaking driving school: We speak English. Lessons in Spanish.

  • What we’ve pieced together from sites, blogs, and our Spanish friends, is this:
  • The theory test costs 90 Euros. It is available in English translation, but it’s bad translation and leads to errors. You have to score 27 out of 30 to pass. You can take it multiple times.
  • You have to have a health certificate (20 Euros) before you can do practical training.
  • You of course have to have your residency card and 4 passport photos to get the license.
  • All training has to be done through a school. Cost is minimum 25 Euros a lesson. Not sure how many lessons are required.
  • Final practical is 55 minutes of driving – one source said 25 minutes. Not sure of cost of this. Not sure if you can have multiple tries.
  • If you test with an automatic transmission, you are only licensed to drive an automatic transmission.

No wonder the Guardia kept emphasizing that we had 6 months from date of residency (now 3 months) to get it done!

 

a perfect Saturday in Alicante

a perfect Saturday in Alicante

People wonder what we do here, and yesterday was as typical as any other.

We woke up to a perfect sunny day. We lingered over coffee and a leisurely breakfast while we caught up on life back home via email, Facebook, and our various news feeds.

About noon, we left, heading across Plaza Luceros to an area we haven’t explored yet. We made note of a driving school and a possible Spanish language school. Todd spotted a pet store: We’ve been looking for an animal rescue where we can volunteer, so we went in. Since they apparently focused on cats, Todd didn’t stay long. The shopkeeper didn’t speak enough English to help me – she thought we wanted to get a pet – so she went out onto the street to pull in a local who spoke more English. They conferred. She looked something up on her computer. He looked something up on his cell phone. After comparing notes, she wrote down a name and phone number. They mentioned ASOKA. I told them I had emailed them but gotten no response. They were not surprised. At this point, several friends came in, and they were recruited to be sure all was translated properly. We left with a possible volunteering contact. Vale!

At this point, we headed down the Rambla to one of our favorite places: Taverna San Pascual. We lingered over the newspaper and 2 liters of sangria, dates wrapped in bacon, potatos bravas, mushrooms sautéed in garlic, and ensalada mixta. Antonio takes good care of us!

While there, we got to chatting with an American girl from Chicago. Turns out Cristina is teaching in a town just up the coast. She loved her 2 years of teaching in Madrid, but teaching in Alicante region has not been as good. So she’ll be returning to Chicago this summer. She’s 32, and that’s tough when you’re on your own. Our experience so far is that the expats here are mostly retired, with a smattering of college students.

After soaking up the sun at the Taverna, we headed to another favorite place: Canada Coffee. We treated ourselves to an afternoon coffee and a pastry and listened to the assorted English conversations going on around us – a little touch of home.

Back at the apartment, we cruised Netflix while I organized pictures and worked on the blog.

A lovely, leisurely day in paradise! Vale!

 

getting around – Granada

We had rented a car for the drive from Alicante. Getting to the Parador was one adventure – we missed the turn (really, a veer) because it wasn’t well marked (it appeared to be a one-way street, the other way) – (I know, we’re in Spain.) But we found it eventually, and wound our way up the hill and into the fortress.

Getting to our hotel in central Granada after we left the Parador was a different kind of adventure. Siri sent us way around town, and we didn’t see the hotel the first time we drove past. She started diverting us back when a guy on a motorcycle stopped us to ask if we were looking for some place in particular – I’m guessing the rental car sticker was a dead giveaway. He offered to guide us to the hotel. We knew he would expect money for it, but it was worth it. We drove over cobbled streets, streets that were primarily used as pedestrian walkways, and one-lane 2-way streets.. And once we found the hotel, he guided us around the block to the hidden parking lot. We never would have found it without him!

And then we were in the parking lot…10 parking slots per level, 2-way traffic through lanes built for one car. We only got backed into once, and he was rolling, not accelerating, so it wasn’t bad. Found a parking space, found the elevator, and got to the hotel. We gladly took it on foot from here.

Streets in Granada are not laid out logically. At least in Alicante, all roads lead either toward the castle or toward the sea. Here, they crisscross, and you’ll find a square dropped into the middle of several streets; the squares are like squirrels: they pop up when you least expect them and distract you from your purpose.

When we headed to dinner, Siri told us it was a 5-minute walk or a 13-minute drive, with the drive being almost 3 times as far! That seemed to be the case for most of our specific destinations. Of course, everything is really close for walking – you just have to wander until you find what you’re looking for. But what better place to wander than Granada?

We took the C1 “bus” through the Albayzin (old Moorish quarter) up to Saint Nicholas for the view – listening to Lady Antebellum over the bus speakers. Then the ride down, along streets that aren’t really streets, where there seems to be no room for a vehicle. Cars have to wait for pedestrians headed uphill to find a place to get out of the road before they can proceed downhill.

Looking for a business opportunity? I’m thinking golf cart rental in Granada!

Vale!