Travels in Competa

Sunday morning – a lovely day in paradise. Spent the day planning the week, walking and visiting friends. The bar in Canillas de Albaida was buzzing.  Ramon was as charming as ever.  Good food, good wine, good company – what more could we want?


Monday – woke early but not bright.  I knew that last wine was a mistake!

Met with friends…went for a walk. More revelling in the evening.

Dinner at Oscars.

Tuesday – walking..I had forgotten just how steep these hills are!

Sayalonga for lunch and a visit to the only round cemetery in Spain – so they say.

Dinner at Last Gemelas – prawns pil pil …yummy.

Arriving in Competa

I arrived in Competa at 14:30, after a long and tiring journey from Northern Ireland.  Leaving at 8.25 from Belfast International Airport meant that I landed at around 12:00 Spanish time.  I had forgotten the time difference!  What a difference a year can make.  I haven’t been here for a year and the beauty of flying over the “sierras” and gliding in over the blue glistening “silver sea” never ceases to take my breath away.

Pablo Piccasso gives his name Malaga airport which has developed over the thirty odd years I have been coming here…. it was a shed when I first arrived.  Now it is a sprawling cosmopolitan international meeting point with flights coming in from all over the globe.  I first thought I had landed in the wrong place as it looked more like Las Palmas airport in Gran Canaria – the whole place is being remodelled.  I met with the very efficient car rental lady and ended up not with a Fiat 500 as booked, but a brand new Golf Polo with only 1000 km on the clock!

The drive along the coast is inspiring – a spagetti junction of motorways – but the backdrop of the snow capped Sierra Nevada really is spectacular.  It was a pity I couldn’t stop to take photos!  The blue Mediterranean – well Albaran sea to be precise – on the right and the vineyards and connurbations of Torre del Mar, Rincon de la Victoria and others on the left.  I turned up through La Caleta – one of my favourite places – to see if the market was still in full flow.  It was…. but I was too tired to stop.  Must remember to drop off there and look at the cruises.

Turning up into the mountains at Algarrobo Costa was like going home.  The road wriggles and turn and the scenery gets even more amazing.  Sayalonga is the venue for the forthcoming trip to the vineyard at Bentomiz… a beautiful village snuggled in the valley.  Wriggle, wriggle, wriggle….onwards and upwards.  I finally arrived in Competa and was escorted to my apartment by my very charming host, Sergio Fernandez.  Speaking in a mixture of Spanish and English – we both like to practice.. we got me settled in.  I fell asleep almost immediately.  Waking at 1800.