The Sierra Nevada. At last. As you can see we didn't even wait to put a blog entry on to put the photos up. We have glimpsed it from afar almost every day we've been here. You can see it on the horizon from the very centre of the city. And at last we got up there and stamped our feet into the snow. And it was good, very good indeed. Even the sunburn.
We caught a bus that took 40 minutes to take us up to Pradollano, the 70's ski resort town on the highest road in Europe. Pradollano itself is at 2100 metres above sea level.
We didn't go skiing, or snowboarding. We had a beer, took a microbus up as high as we could and walked past all the sledgers and people picnicking next to their cars on the roadside (why would you do that in a place like this? They had their own tables and chairs and... everything). After fifteen minutes' walking we couldn't hear a single person or car horn or expletive.
Then we had lunch and cups of real tea looking out over the valley towards Guejar Sierra. Lacking crampons, we crunched through the snow following footprints that told us we wouldn't fall off a cliff edge or into a ravine. Later we went back down into town and had pizza.
It's a good life. ES
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