I came for a day trip to this city a year ago and longed to return and share it with my boy, who is the most amenable of travelling companions even though he's a teenager. I nearly laughed until my sides split yesterday. It's proper Spanish here in the Andalusian vein. There are tapa bars aplenty, people spontaneously singing and playing guitar in the streets and orange and lemon trees abound. I love the vibe and don't seem out of place. After all, I look the part, gesticulate and talk rapidly, don't hold back on emotion and love to dance. Maybe my vote to remain in Europe was spiritual rather than logical.
We decided to take a half term holiday which combined a city break with a couple of days of skiing in the Sierra Nevada mountains. I only booked it about two weeks ago so I bet you're thinking it cost an arm and a leg But a last mintue deal on a charter flight combined with good old AirBnB throws my previous advice about booking early for this February break right up in the air. Our flights and accommodation didn't break the £500 barrier.
Our departure was delayed. The captain gave a very detailed explanation of the reason which involved slots. It meant that we left at Cardiff at sunrise rather than in semi-darkness. Not a bad thing in the end for there was a wonderful vista of the whole of the bay. We then passed through a bank of the fluffiest clouds imaginable and I was treated to the sun coming up over the horizon. The light was incredible. It is such a wonderful privilege to sit by a plane window and get a different perspective on the world. I will always remembe the sight of four volcanos, including the terribly damaged Mount St Helens, peeking out above clouds on our descent into Seattle once, Whilst not quite matching that one, the view yesterday invoked awe. It was really rather special.