I can hear it now, “But wait… you’re in Spain? I thought you were back in Seattle…what’s going on!?” You’re not going crazy, we are back in Seattle. This particular post is just a few months late. And it won’t be the only one! Between so many wonderful folks visiting us in Europe, house-sitting and figuring our final stops along with a re-integration plan for the US, well, we simply got behind on writing. Sooo, grab a glass of temprano, a plate full of olives and some sort of uber-fashionable jacket with a diagonal zip – in black, of course – and let’s get back in a Spanish frame of mind.
After having a blast in Barcelona with Aaron’s mom and sister, we took a long weekend in Zurich to visit friends and then still had a couple of weeks before starting our month-long house-sit in the Spanish hill town of Lubrin. What’s a pair of travellers to do? Road trip, that’s what! First stop (and later our last before leaving Spain): Alicante – one of several seaside towns where we enjoyed walking along the Mediterranean.
We also stayed in a one of the best hostals of the entire trip: Hostal Smile & Co. New, clean, friendly and well located. We had a nice breakfast and the owner could not have been more welcoming and helpful. We totally recommend it. So does everyone else if you check reviews online.
Enough with that beach stuff, bring on the mountains! Next stop: Teruel.
We picked up a car rental, pulled out the TomTom GPS unit we purchased in Barcelona and charted our path into the hills.
Teruel was nice for walking around, having a lot of modernist/art nouveau architecture. It seemed to be a place where locals spend a weekend when they want to explore some interesting history and building styles.
This was the meal at the hostal we stayed at, Hostal Puerta de Teruel. It was the best lodging we could afford, but hopefully if you go you can spring for something better. If not, it was good enough.
After a couple of days it was time to move on to another hill town: Albarracin. More accurately, we stopped for the day in Albarracin on our way to Albacete, the half-way point between Barcelona and Lubrin. Got all that?
We just happened upon this yarn-bombed tree as we drove through this tiny, tiny hamlet on the road to Albarracin. How great is that?
Albarracin’s claim to fame is its ancient castle overlooking the adorable town. We wandered through the town a bit before heading up. And up. And up to get to the castle. The views were totally worth it. Along the way we passed oodles of tourists and little shops catering to them. I couldn’t get over how old, crowded, and slanty-angled the buildings stand.
As you can see in the photo, Albarracin is one of the “Red Villages” in the Spanish hills. All the buildings are a reddish sandstone and the roofs are all red. We’ll show you a “White Village” when we post about Lubrin.