Plaza de España, March 2017. I’ve been living and traveling around the world for over fifteen years now, but I’ve never seen anything quite like the incredible Plaza de España in Seville. Situated in the city’s gorgeous Maria Luisa Park, this staggering renaissance/neo-Moorish style structure stands in a league of its own in terms of scale and ballsy grandeur. A semi-circular brick structure with a tower at each end; it stands guard over a five hundred meter canal crossed by four bridges. The entire thing was built especially for the Ibero-American Exposition of 1929 to showcase Spain’s industry and technology exhibits.
Kairouan, March 2017. I really have been spoilt here recently in the south of Spain. Camino Del Rey is one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever seen; Ronda has that amazing gorge and Granada boasts The Alhambra. Although ever so slightly in the shadow of its neighbors, Córdoba’s main draw is The Mezquita, the world’s third largest mosque. Rather than suffer a tedious two hour forty-five minute bus journey, I opted for the pricier sixty-minute bullet train from Malaga. Having focused all my pre-trip research on The Mezquita, on arrival I was blown away with how gorgeous the city itself is! This charming street sums up the vibe nicely, a cobbled stretch that runs alongside the walls of the historical centre. Illuminated by the afternoon sun, you can also see The Puerta de Almodovar Gate, the entrance point to the old town.
El Tajo Gorge, February 2017. I felt like Ronda really had a lot to live up to! After all, I’d arrived on the back of some breathtaking trips around Southern Spain. Thankfully though, Ronda’s reputation as “the most beautiful city in Andalusia” has not been exaggerated! Set dramatically atop the deep El Tajo Gorge, it’s an absolutely stunning place, even on a grey February morning like this complete with sheet-gray sky and lurking black clouds.
El Caminito del Rey, January 2017. The jaw-dropping beauty of El Camino Del Rey, located in Malaga province, is one Spain’s most stunning beauty spots. This 3km wooden walkway is dramatically pinned to the face of El Chorro gorge, a hundred meters or so above The Guadalhorce River. Driving over from Malaga City with my homie Hasan, we knew we were in for something special the moment we negotiated the first stretch of boardwalk. First constructed in 1905, by the mid 1990’s it had fallen into such a miserable state of disrepair that many referred to it as “the most dangerous path in the world”. The new, tourist-friendly walkway opened in March 2015. In this photo you can see the remains of the old path underneath. Not in a month of….
Paseo Real, January 2017. Affectionately known as The Florence of Andalucía, the Spanish town of Antequera is just an hour’s drive from Malaga city. I arrived by bus in the early morning, just in time to catch the tail end of sunrise. This is Paseo Real, Antequera’s pretty tree-lined promenade. In the background you can see Estepa Gate, a brick and red stone archway that stands as the entrance to the old town.
Calle Ancha, December 2016. My first trip to Marbella was something of a mission. Waking up at the crack of dawn, I took the bus over from Malaga City. It was all about getting my repaired MacBook picked up in time for Christmas after a disastrous coffee spill. Meeting a man called Joey at the bus station, I reclaimed my precious Mac and set off into town for a half day of exploring. I’d been hoping to grab some breakfast, but it was barely 9 o’clock and most cafes were still shut as I made my way down deserted Calle Ancha into the historical centre.
Nuestra Señora del Rosario Church, December 2016. You won’t find much online love for the Costa del Sol town of Fuengirola. With a murky reputation as the archetypal Brits-abroad-in-the-sun setting, I’d admittedly been wondering if I should even bother with it. But… ever the completest… I was still curious how it measured up to its sister towns Benalmádena (surprisingly pretty) and Torremolinos (largely uninspiring). Arriving at the central train station from Malaga City, I was soon greeted by the town’s handsome main square, Plaza de la Constitución. Exchanging a chirpy “buenos días” with a somewhat inappropriate balloon-selling Mickey mouse, I ducked inside the square’s pretty church to watch the old Spanish folk go about their daily prayers.