From Nerja we drove to Carmona.
We stayed in a castle for 2 nights and it was remote and stormy, a little pretentious for us, but it was relaxing. The castle was on top of a hill and the town (the roads to this town were ridiculous) and there wasn’t much else. My favorite dinner outside of Madrid was in Carmona – one of the last nights, we walked down to the town during the “Passeo” (when neighbors walk around and drink and talk before dinner at like 10pm) and sat in a busy little bar/restaurant with the bustle of kids and families and neighbors and other travelers. We didn’t understand much but we tried the lemon beer and fish and it was perfect.
Our very last night in Spain was spent back in Madrid close to the airport. On our trip back up to Madrid we stopped at the Windmills and walked around and felt on top of the world for just a moment longer.
Then we came home.
Spain was an event, one I’ll never forget. The smells, the apartments and sights, when I close my eyes I can still see the dirty roads that look like glass. I can hear the Plaza Mayo street performers with their bells and clicks and the artists peddling their work. The misters in the hot sun and the smell of fish, like an armpit. But with a fragrance I can’t replicate here – something of a welcome, of a “stay”.
It was musty and magical and full of history and things I’ve never seen before, stories I’ll never tell and the place where I found adventure. Spain was simple: it was a dream come true.