As I write this it’s raining, we’re due to move out of our flat within the month and Leni has a nasty infection. It’s a world away from where we were just three weeks ago; lazing on a sun lounger, San Miguel in hand. Going to Moraira was one of the best holidays ever and in an attempt to ward off the holiday blues (if only for an hour) I thought it was about time I shared a little more about our week in Spanish paradise…
3 MONTHS EARLIER…
Puppy Daddy and I have been desperate for some sunshine. Since we moved last year then got Leni, we hadn’t been on a holiday in nearly two years – aside from a whirlwind trip to Paris at the end of February. So, when the chance of staying in a beautiful Spanish villa came up recently, we booked the flights, dusted off the suitcase and secured a puppy-sitter for Leni.
With Puppy Daddy organising the whole thing, I didn’t get the address of the villa until a few days before we arrived, and it turned out it was in the beautiful town of Moraira. This place holds a special place in my heart; my grandparents had a villa in Moraira for over 20 years and we holidayed there regularly through my childhood, so I couldn’t believe we were returning.
AN EARLY START
We caught a ridiculously early flight (5.50am) and when we arrived at Alicante airport, we hired a little Audi and made our way towards the coast and into the little town of Moraira. Although it was painful getting up at 2.45am to catch our flight, it was well worth getting to Spain early for a whole extra day of sunshine. Driving through Moraira, the warm air filled with the scent of pine, purple Bougainvillea flowers climbing up stark white walls, it bought back so many happy memories – I couldn’t wait to spend a whole week back there.
Once we’d found the villa (an amazing 7-bedroom home with huge pool, water slide and outdoor kitchen), we unloaded our luggage and set straight off to the supermarket for supplies. Padron peppers, pastries and Prosecco was on the list, oh and BBQ food, and lots of it! Then we finally set about relaxing, pulling out towels and making ourselves comfortable on the sun loungers around the pool. After our long day, we cooked in the outside kitchen – a feast of padron peppers, burgers, sausages, salad and fresh bread.
FOOD, GLORIOUS FOOD
The next day we headed to Calpe, a town just 30 minutes from Moraira to go to the food market. I bought some amazing fresh figs and we sat an enjoyed a coffee in the sunshine. I loved seeing locals buying their food shop for the week, carrying plastic bags filled with meats, fruit and fish up the steep hills of Calpe.
The beach there is amazing and we explored the town for a while before heading home to relax around the pool. That evening we headed into Moraira for dinner – a packed Pizzeria in the town’s square – and drank cocktails at the local bar. It was bliss.
CASTLE IN THE SKY
On Sunday, clouds hung in the sky and we decided to take a drive to Guadalest in Valencia.
I’d been here several times before and although my last visit was over 10 years ago, it was like the town hadn’t been touched by time. Everything remained as it was, the view as beautiful as ever.
Guadalest is a small town sitting atop one of the many mountains in Alicante. At its centre is the Castle of L’Alcozaiba , built in the 11th century, with a view that overlooks a bright aqua river. It’s filled with little shops, a few restaurants and a church. It’s so picturesque and it bought back so many memories of my family, it was so special to return.
LES FONTS DE L’ALGAR
On our way back down the mountain, we stopped at Les Fonts de L’Algar, a waterfall that runs down through the mountains. It was packed with Spanish families enjoying the various pools the waterfall has created, it’s such a mesmerising place.
Over the next few days we relaxed by the pool, cooking too many padron peppers to mention and carb loading like there was no tomorrow. We developed a love of Spanish crisps (alioli flavour anyone?), Spanish Cava (divine) and pastry (okay, not Spanish, but it we’re not discriminating). We played on the water slide (we got really good at going down the slide headfirst and landing on inflatables positioned just so) and I read the most amazing book (The Road).
One evening, we headed to El Portet. A little bay hidden along the coastline just a few minutes’ drive from Moraira town.
I used to play in the sea here many years ago, and it’s a hidden gem. We got drinks and watched the sunset in the distance, it was one of my favourite nights. I could look at that view for the rest of my life and never get bored.
One of our favourite finds in Moraira was a Le Solei; a restaurant that first got our attention with their menu of filet steak and lamb cutlets, and kept it with the promise of champagne if we ate there. We went back there twice (order the Lamb cutlets), and loved it both times. There are so many restaurants to choose from in the town, and this was by far the best food we ate out, unfortunately most was disappointing (except for the pizza, another food highlight of ours). After dinner? Cocktails of course. Most nights we headed to Captain Andy’s Cocktail Bar, a rooftop bar with panoramic views of the harbour. The cocktails were AH-MAZING! Try the Singapore sling or the Pina Colada (an oldie but a goodie).
So before we knew it, our seven days in heaven had come to an end. My god we were missing Leni (every time we saw a dog we’d weakly call Leni’s name), we thought about Face Timing her but didn’t want to freak her out. In fact, we missed her so much that on our second day we stalked a poor lady with a bichon puppy around town. We managed to overtake her and tried as naturally as possible to look surprised when we stopped her to pet her puppy. Weirdos, I know.
When my mum finally dropped Leni home, we couldn’t wait to hug and kiss her. Unfortunately, Leni had other ideas. She’d struck up quite a friendship with her nanny and cried after her as soon as she left, leaving puppy daddy and I without so much as a tail-wag. She ignored us for just over a day before she returned to the loving pup she is. She was obviously trying to teach us a lesson, and we heard it loud and clear…Now you know who wears the trousers in our relationship…
This holiday taught us that we need to go away more (sorry Leni). It’s good for the soul to just switch off, lay in the sun and relax. So onto our next trip, any recommendations?
Until next time,