We went back to Orgiva for we left our bikes at Glennis house while we went to Granada. Joe and Chris had a gig at a local bar that a guy from town set up for them. When we arrived in Orgiva, advertisements were up all over town to come see "Venga Venga" play. "Venga Venga" is the name that Joe and Chris came up with for their band. It means various things in Spanish. Come on, come on, hurry up, let's go, and go away. It's a commonly used Spanish term. Everyone that we met in our 3 week stay in Orgiva, came out to the show. The place was packed. We made more friends in Orgiva in 3 weeks time, vs us living in Asheville North Carolina for 4 years. That truly says something special about Orgiva. Everyone is so friendly and easy to get along with. The show was a blast. Everyone was dancing and having fun.
On Sunday, we hit up one last rastro. Tons of people came out since the other rastro's have been cancelled due to the rain and Easter events. The rastro was more about people gathering and hanging out vs people buying anything. Seth and I did okay on selling but not like before. Joe and Chris played a café nearby in the rastro and made out great.
We left Orgiva with some money in our pockets on Monday and set out to head to the coast. We camped halfway at our favorite spot in the mountains. The one with the pedestrian bridge that went over the crystal clear water below. We had the place to ourselves again. Penny (who we did the Help Ex for) met us there in her caravan and stayed the night with us. We had a delicious pasta meal, gin and tonics, and cookies. It was divine.
It felt fantastic being on our bicycles again and camping. Independent. Staying at people's houses is great in all but your in someone else's space. I love having my own space in my tent surrounded by my belongings.
Luckily for us, the ride to the beach towns were flat and gorgeous. It was a good thing, since we were all out of shape from not riding our bikes for 3 weeks time. Along the way we noticed another bicycle tourist following us. We pulled over and introduced ourselves. He name was Denys from Moscow. He came with us into Almunicar. He wanted to see Joe and Chris perform. Denys hung out for a bit then continued his travels. Almunicar is a medium size town built into a cove on the Alboran Sea. It's filled with a mix of Spanish and tourists from all over Europe. We hit up the market but by the time we got there, there wasn't any place to set up. The market consisted of 2 long rows of stuff with people jam packed in. A lot of different things sold at this market. Ceramics that were hand painted like the one's we saw in Granada, to different kinds of fruit that I've never seen before. The market had my favorite fruit called a custard apple/cheimoya. It looks like a closed artichoke but has a vanilla dessert taste with black seeds inside. You scoop it out from the skin and eat it with a spoon. If you ever get a chance, eat one. Best fruit ever. The custard apple is in season right now in spring.
We had a nice camp spot in a grassy field not far from the beach. Secluded with a nice scenery. Joe and Chris busked 4 chilingitas (bars on the beach) and made 50 euros a pop. Seth and I sold art on the boardwalks along with the Africans selling Nike knock off's and Reebox knock off's. It's a huge thing in Spain. From Guchi purses to Nike shoes. All fakes. Not everyone knows their products are fake but I happened to work for Nike years ago and the tags sewn into the items are not Nike's. Their made to look the same. That's how the people can sell them for so cheap. Beware.
We cruzed the old part of town built on a hill with a castle above. In parts of Almunicar, there is old Roman structures underground that were used for salt baths. Now, the structures have parks built around them. We treated ourselves to a pizza dinner with garlic bread served with a whole slab of goat cheese on top. Spain serves the pizza with thin crust with many pork options on top or you can order veggie. Definitely smaller portion size than the U.S but also delicious.
We played at Almunicars rastro (flea market) and had fun. Their Rastro is all garage sale items. No hand made art like Orgiva's. If your looking for a good deal on anything you might need that's used, the Rastro is the place to get it. You can bargain with people. Selling art for me, wasn't the spot. Joe and Chris made a fun scene with a lot of smiles and dancing. Before we came, everyone was in their regular funk.
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