My New Neighborhood

So amigos, it's official. If and when I move to Spain, I've found my neighborhood. It's possibly the most adorably storybook place I've ever seen in real life. It's called the Barrio Santa Cruz, and it sits at the foot of the picturesque Castillo de Santa Barbara, unspeakably quaint with its maze of streets and stairways that don't allow for any cars. It's just gorgeous.

We must have been walking around too early for the American tourists (if indeed there were any to be found) because while we encountered plenty of meanderers with cameras, they were almost all Spanish, with a handful of younger British men who passed us on their way up toward the Castillo. We meandered with the best of them, spending a luxurious amount of time admiring the view from the overlook in front of the little church, which, just as an example, looks something like this--------->

We wandered past dogs, old ladies in folding chairs, and too many flower pots to count, though some were notably cooler than others.





It also probably helped that the weather was just about perfect: look at that sky!!

Not bad for a sunny Saturday on the Mediterranean.