Especially Loja I like, and especially the late afternoon flying out there. That's when locals come out and fly, and you stay in the air untill the sun is setting. Landing on a grand grassy field, near bar. And still in Andalucia if you go to the right bars, with each beer you get a tapa. So you can go on forever and ever and ever.
During out stay, we met Antonio and Gustavo from Onil - Alicante, what a small world eh. Also Pani from Murcia and friends we met at Baza. Baza is a mountain where it flies west, south and east. The hill is on its own, near a lake. It is surrounded by houses dug out in the mountain. Antonio owns one of those caves, so we were happy to experience a cave night.
The village Guadix, with Sierra Nevada in the back.
A street in Morocco ? No in southern Spain where the moors were in power for centuries. The inhabitants of Andalucia still recall the moorish occupation, you can tell by their darker skin and deep dark eyes.
Down below the pointed hats, freaky processions all over in southern Spain, during the holy week, Semana Santa.
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