Travel 2013. Day 4. Cuenca to Granada.
April 20, 2013. Day 4. Cuenca to Granada.
See Travel Itinerary for a rationale of this trip, a who's who of those travelling, and our itinerary.
John: I woke up very early and decided to go for a walk up the hill behind the Parador. It took about 40 mins to get to the top (maybe too much dinner the night before!), but the views made it worthwhile. The early sun hits the hanging houses on the other side of the gorge illuminating the entire old town and if you listen carefully, you can hear roosters crowing. While I needed the walk, and it was well worth it, there is a way to drive there from the main road as there is a religious monument there.
Andrew: We had gone to see the hanging houses and to get there we had to walk over this long bridge and … it was a long way do down. The hanging houses were built over a gorge and I just kept thinking how cool they were and how hard it must have been to build them.
Alex: If you stay at the Parador de Cuenca, you can see the hanging houses at the other side of the gorge. There is also a walking bridge you can take to get to them. I really liked the hanging houses because it was very cool to see how they hung over a huge drop.
After a pleasant buffet breakfast, it was time to look at the Old Town.
Back on terra firme, we made our way up to the Plaza Mayor.
A little further on, we came to the Mirador de Florencio Canas, a viewpoint directly across from the parador. It’s an excellent place to take photos, including dramatic ones of the casas colgadas and the parador.
I made it back over the footbridge, almost running the last few metres!
From Cuenca, we headed south on the N 420, destination Granada. For a while we followed the Jucar River, gradually leaving behind the mountainous terrain around Cuenca and heading into the great plateau that covers so much of central Spain: the Meseta. We passed La Almarcha, a small town situated at the junction of the N 420 and the main Madrid-Valenca highway. Founded by the Moors, its etymology –“fertile plain”—is a good indicator of the type of terrain we were now travelling through. In the past, this was cattle pasture, but now grows wheat, barley, and sunflowers.
It was a beautiful day as we continued on our way.
It was about 20 kilometres past La Almarcha that we had –for me—one of the magical moments of our trip. We suddenly saw to our right a castle silhouetted dramatically on a hilltop a couple of kilometres or so off the road.
Alex: There was a ruined castle off the road to Granada that we stopped to look at. There was no name, so we called it “Noname" Castle.** It was on a part of the Don Quixote route. I liked this place because there were tons of flowers and the sight was incredible.
**We have since found out that our "Noname" Castle does indeed have a name: Castillo de Haro, built at the end of the 12th century by Christians to defend their newly conquered territory from the Moors.
With the sun warm on our backs, wild flowers bordering the road, poppies scattered in the fields, and silence in the air, we got out of our van and enjoyed a leisurely walk towards the castle. Don Quixote, the most famous “son of La Mancha” (the area through which we were travelling). With the castle in sight and the absence of any modern buildings, it wasn’t difficult to imagine our intrepid knight-errant on his steed intent on rescuing some damsel imprisoned in one of those castle towers!
John: This castle was just a great surprise as it seems to have no name. It is located about 20 kilometres south west of La Almarcha. And it dominates the landscape. There is no town around it and the only way up is to take a dirt road and then park and walk up the back to the top. Time didn’t allow for us to go into it so I cannot comment on the inside, but it is definitely worth stopping the car.
Andrew: We saw this ruined castle on the side of the road so we stopped to see it. We couldn't go up the path to see the castle up close, but as we continued on the path we saw that it was part of the route of Don Quixote, which was really cool
The mound on which the castle stood was much steeper as we approached and we found no easy access to attempt an ascent.
Our road (the N420) took us to south west, past Mota del Cuervo and towards Alcázar de San Juan. Just before Alcázar de SJ,
At Alcázar de SJ, we turned south on the CM 3107. We were now in wine country which continued past Manzanares (where we joined the major Madrid-Andalucia highway, NIV E5) to Valdepeñas, the name by which the wine of the region is commonly known.
Continuing south, we entered the mountainous Sierra Morena, the main geographical division between Castilla-La Mancha and Andalucía. The road cutting through the mountains at the Desfiladero de Despeñaperros (“gorge over which dogs are thrown”) has improved enormously since I first travelled its twisty, dangerous and steep curves. The curious name for the gorge has historical connotation: it alludes to the “infidel dogs” i.e. Muslims, allegedly thrown over the cliffs following their defeat by Christian forces at the battle of Las Navas de Tolosa, a few kilometres south, in 1212. The whole pass now forms part of a large natural park of the same name.
As we moved south, we bypassed Bailén (whose claim to fame is that nearby a Spanish army unexpectedly defeated 22,000 French soldiers in 1808, during the Peninsular War). Soon we crossed the River Guadalquivir where, in the rolling landscape, we could see thousands and thousands of olives trees arranged in endless rows with almost mathematical precision.
Soon after passing the town of Jaén, perched on a hill to our right, we entered mountainous country again and threaded our way along the narrow River Guadalbullòn valley. We then climbed to the Puerto del Carretero (1030 metres) and entered the province of Granada.
It was late afternoon when we arrived at Granada itself. So far, our GPS (aka “Olivia”) had served us well, but in Granada she met her “match,” or more specifically in the old Moorish quarter of the Albaicín.
Alex: By accident we went through the Albaicín to get to our hotel. You could hardly get one car through on two way streets. I liked the Albaicín because it looked so old but comfortable at the same time.
There were no issues with registering in the hotel, no issues with the rooms, but parking…ah parking. The hotel has underground parking, which involves descending a steep, curved ramp. It’s fine if you have a small or medium sized car, but we had a wide, six-seater van. Tomorrow, Granada awaited us … the Alhambra, the Royal chapel and the Albaicín (this time on foot!).
For now, it was time to relax and have something to eat.
For two interesting article on olives in Jaen, see http://www.andaluciadiary.com/andalucias-liquid-gold-olive-oil-tasting-in-jaen-province/
If you can get hold of the the November 31, 2013, issue of the wine magazine, Wine Spectator, you'll find an excellent article on Spanish olive oil, entitled "Spain Turns Olives into Gold" pages 42-58.