Oh, Spain. Tapas and wine. Rivers and cork trees. Sunshine and books. And enough narrow windy roads to make even the strongest of stomachs ill from motion. We stayed in a small town in the Andalucia region nestled at the edge of a national park. The weather was perfect and we spent most of our time exploring the nearby castle ruins, eating delicious meals prepared by DJ, and scouting for ideal hobbit hole locations . It’s easy to see why people like Hemingway and Orson Welles were inspired by towns in this picturesque region of Spain.
Some time was spent making friend with the locals: Aceituna, a gray neighborhood kitty whom we fed pan drippings and Donkey Xote (pronounced: don kee-hoh-tee…genious-name-idea credit to Dylan), whom we fed carrots and bitter oranges. Hikes through the lush park led us to seek out the perfect river spot (hint: go where the goats go).
It was an amazing place to end our travels. Getting randomly upgraded to first class for your 11 hour flight back home never hurts, either.