It’s no mystery that Jeff and I are deeply entangled in a love affair with the sea, and there is no shortage of beautiful, golden sand beaches in Spain. From the crowded urban oases of the Med, to the plunging emerald green peaks in the north, to the secret surf towns and local hidden gems that dot the coast in between, this country offers something for nearly every “sol” searching appetite. So, when the sunny blue skies and surge in temperatures here in landlocked Madrid sparked an appetite for salty sea air, we set our sights on Andalucia’s Costa del Sol. Served with a side of a mini road trip, this long weekend getaway was made to order.
The tiny whitewashed hill town of Frigiliana was our home over the course of a recent long weekend. Our home away from home was nestled in the valley of the sierras, down a kilometer long dirt path framed end to end, corner to corner, peak to peak with avocado trees. Arriving at La Perla, so appropriately named, was a reward we truly felt we had earned after such a journey. Stepping out onto the breakfast terrace, we found ourselves over looking the unmistakable crystal blue waters of the Mediterranean Sea framed by the surrounding peaks and the coastal town of Nerja down below. This, we thought, is what we live for. This is what has been missing. This is life in beautiful Spain.
This trip was less about adventure and more about relaxation. Nerja, where we spent most of our time, was the right blend of charming Spanish village mixed with laid back coastal vibes. The town itself was immaculately clean, something that stands out when you’ve spent some time traveling in Spain. In fact, the building facades were so sparkling white in the sun that forgetting your sunglasses would render you nearly blind, incapable of opening your eyes wide enough to get your bearings. The beaches did not disappoint either. Our favorite, Burriana, was a wide sandy beach with plenty of room to pitch our own private beach spread and featured a long boardwalk lined with restaurants and snack stands. Here, on the shores of the Med, is where we reconnected with our love with summertime in Spain.
Baby Girl Kohlhoff must have sensed our beach bliss, too. The first dip in the cool waters of the Med awakened her senses, and she’s been an active little guppy ever since!