Today's day trip was in the opposite direction from yesterday, through more mountainess terrain, to Granada. First stop was the Alhambra, the last and greatest Moorish palace, dating from the 13th and 14th centuries. We spent a couple of hours there, viewing the gardens, Charles V's Palace, the museum there, and the Alcazaba, or "fort" (see pic). Because we didn't reserve an entry time to the Palacios Nazaries days in advance (apparently the most popular "must see") we didn't get to see it. Oh well, have to save something for our next visit to Spain.
From the Alhambra we grabbed a taxi, which took us down some very narrow cobblestone streets to the old town. There we shared a pizza at an outdoor cafe and followed another of Rick Steves' self-guided walks. The weather was again sunny and in the low 30s. We were getting a little tired, so we didn't bother going into the cathedral, the second largest in Spain. Sherry and Evelyn were more interested in shopping anyway, although they didn't buy anything.
Then it was another short cab ride back to where we had parked the car at the Alhambra. The next stop was to be the seaside resort town of Nerja, but I mistakenly programmed the GPS for Nirja, so we ended up going in the wrong direction out of Grenada for a awhile until I realized the error. But once we got ourselves turned around it was a very scenic drive through mountains all the way to the sea. Some great views along the way of several dams with their reservoirs behind them.
We found a parkade in Nerja and made our way to the so called "Balcony of Europe" a viewpoint on a bluff overlooking the Mediterranean, surrounded by hotels and restaurants.
We were fortunate to arrive just when some sort of dance competition was going on in the square and we stayed to watch the Flamenco dancers. It was a short visit as it was soon time to head back to Malaga, which was still close to an hour away. The drive along the coast was beautiful, on a modern four lane highway with numerous high bridges and tunnels.
Back in Malaga, we once again finished the evening with a late dinner (to which we are getting accustomed) served by Candace. Ron and I decided to be adventurous and had the "crunchy suckling pig" a northern Spain specialty. It turned out to be very good, and it was after 11:00 by the time we finished dinner, with what had become the usual "on the house" after dinner liqueurs.