Last weekend I was lucky to attend a wedding in Nerja, Spain.
Nerja is located on the eastern part of Malaga’s Costa del Sol. Nerja and nearby Frigiliana are so beautiful and relaxing, and the ideal locations for a wedding!
Aside from the beautiful wedding, simply being back in Spain was a such pleasure. Once you touch down on Spanish soil, it instantly welcomes you with its warm familiarity.
Spain is where I took my first family holiday. There are pictures of me as a toddler running towards the waves, sun hat on my head and nappy on my behind. Memories of Spanish summer holidays blend together in a fond jumble in my mind.
Spain also equals Ibiza, the first and most intense location to steal my heart. Ibiza called to me the way India did. It dragged me to its shores like the pied piper, only the melody was trance and my fellow children were wide eyed clubbers.
Ibiza was my experience living abroad. A summer in 2006 ensured I would forever be tied to the White Isle, much to my liver’s dismay.
But anyway, I ramble. The point is Spain is a part of me, from cherished memories of summers in Ibiza to the warm feeling I get standing on any Spanish tiled footpath.
Being in Nerja served as a reminder of how right Spain feels. It’s sunshine and seaside, itchy grass and smooth footpaths. Courtyards showered in dappled shade from small leaved trees. Cafe con leche y jamon iberico. Laidback attitude and cheap tapas.
While we were only there for a short few days, Spain worked its usual charm on us. Here are a few photographs I managed to take on our last day, which conveniently was the day we were blessed with blue skies.
We stayed just outside the town, up a very steep hill. Our accommodation was a lovely, old-fashioned, small Spanish hotel a few minutes from the wedding villa.
Although the weather was mostly overcast, our balcony had a view of both the sea and the hills where farmers grew olives and other crops.
We relied on taxis to take us to the centre, but we walked once, making our way down the shoulder of a main road and crossing two large roundabouts. It took about 30 minutes.
To get to Nerja town, you cross a large cobblestone bridge. When you pass it in a taxi, the car shakes and you feel the vibrations in your brain. Walking across is a much nicer experience.
The food in Nerja was very cheap. Coming from Dublin, where our idea of tapas cost almost the same as a main course, it was strange to order tapas for €1.50 and be served a generous portion with a small portion of chips and bread included! This was even better value than the tapas in Barcelona.
Drinking wine in Spain is always an enjoyable experience. Sitting outside, watching the world go by, not being cold, it’s great. This was actually a very, very late breakfast when we first arrived!
Perhaps my favourite thing about Spain is gambas pil pil. As synonymous with Spain as sea and sangria, pil pil prawns feature in every Spanish daydream I have.
Although it was largely overcast during our stay, with a chilly wind at night, when the sun came out, it was gorgeous.
Have you ever been to Nerja? Where is your favourite Spanish destination?