Ed's birthday required celebration, so we were off to Elx. [n.b. on first two photos: these cave houses were much like the ones on the road from Cordoba to Granada; the terrain is similar between Granada and Elx (pronounced El-che--love that Catalan x), and it also featured many more modern windmills. And they're moving! So much like California (reminds me of the McEvoy Ranch windmill) as well as the Marin/Sonoma landscape.] And when we reached the Parador Elx? Oh my. Paradors are these government-run or -affiliated resort hotels, usually in castles or palaces. Let's just say we usually can't afford them. This one, though considered a parador, was privately owned and it was terrific. We'd gotten a small suite on some wild promotion and so expected nothing. But it was gorgeous, plunked down in the middle of the town, which lies amid the remains of an enormous and ancient palm tree plantation. Hundreds of thousands of date palm trees. More on the parks/trees in the next post but the hotel itself was great. We swam in the pool all afternoon and well into the evening. And then we dressed up (a rarity on this trip; note that Ed is wearing pants!) and had dinner at the pretty restaurant on the property. We highly recommend Elx.
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