Monday, March 21, 2011
We left Boston on Al Italia, bound for Rome, Italy. Because of the easterly trajectory, sleep was elusive. Essentially, three hours after an airline seafood dinner (which was actually fairly good), Jean and I are being yelled at by a surly Italian flight attendant wanting to know if we wanted breakfast. Having spent the fast few hours desperately trying to find a semi comfortable position in a vain effort to get some sleep, the abrasive breakfast call was startling. I guess, if the lack of sleep and the cranky flight attendant are the only things I can complain about, then I guess it was a good flight.
Upon landing in Malaga, Jean and I were impressed with the airport: large, bright, and beautiful (Rome was kind of a pit). We found our luggage, found our rental car, and were on our way. I still don't know what kind of car we had, but it was a mini-mini van, and it worked. It's had plenty of room for our stuff, and while the brakes and clutch were a bit touchy, it would do.
Tapa Luz in Solano, outside of Malaga. We got a little lost, but one of the proprietors was out looking for us, and he guided us in. Tapa Luz is situated in a rural hillside about an hour north and east of Malaga. The drive was beautiful, but nothing compared to our actual destination. I'll be honest, we drove though a couple of sketchy areas, and the roads were pretty rough and steep in sections, and was a little concerned that I had booked us a room at a run down old goat shed.
We met Jean-Francios and Luc, got the tour of the property, and my expectations weren't exceeded, they were blown away. Jean and I sipped some champagne as we settled in from our flights and drive. The champagne sipping went on a bit longer, because, what hell, we were on vacation and we were in Spain...
Pretty soon, it was time for dinner. Early by European standards (7:00pm), way early by our body's clock (2:00pm), but late considering the amount of time that had passed sine our Milano cookies.
Posted by David Alden