It was kinda like the scene out of the Blue Brothers. You know, when Elwood and Jake slide on their shades and roll towards Chicago. Only we were three girls, two pairs of sunglasses and a full tank of gas heading down the A-5, dirección Málaga.
Our destination was Antequera, a small town known as the Heart of Andalucía for it’s proximity to Cordoba, Sevilla and Malaga. Beautiful town, great food, and for once a sunny day.
From there, it was off to El Torcal de Antequera, a national park with odd-looking limestone mountains sculpted by wind and rain and the moving plates of the earth. It was once covered by a sea, so the mountain rises out of nowhere and then tapers off into a valley and down to the Mediterranean.
On the way back, we stopped at a flamingo refuge and saw five, then a donkey refuge and saw not one, then for ensaladilla de gambas and a Cruzcampo to makes ourselves feel better about the wasted second half of the day.
I’m sick of blogger’s photo uploaded and don’t feel like turning these around and sorting them. Lame-zo.
My travel buddies and I at El Torcal