Remembering Alicante Spain

1/29/09

Next time I go to Alicante, I stay at the Popeye Pension

I was astounded to walk down the street in Alicante when I was about to leave town. Long time readers may remember that several months ago I proposed that we start a new religion dedicated to Popeye, Yogi, and Felix. Well, perhaps in Alicante, they have already seen the wisdom of this:

Alicante is beautiful. The beach is fantastic and the area where Julio and I found rooms was full of great little bars and cafes where I swear women outnumbered men by at least 3 to 1.


As I gazed in awe at castles perched on barren hills and white stucco farmhouses crouching on the sides of ragged rock formations, I couldn’t help also noticing the man who was seated across the bus from me as he carefully ripped his large map into small sections.

Here is a picture of my friend Julio juggling on the playa while I played harmonica (okay, I paused to snap a picture)

I have the feeling that there is an incredible underground music scene in Alicante, but I will have to wait until my next trip to discover it. Frankly, I froze in the little room I had and woke up ready to be anywhere but in that room another night. Since it was a bit cold, I decided to head to Granada and see what that place held for me. Not before I climbed up the back steps to the massive castle that overlooks this wonderous little city though.

I decided suddenly to throw away my guidebook yesterday. It was big and filled with information I can find online and really seemed to be not very helpful.

It’s such an odd thing. It doesn’t feel odd at all to arrive in a strange city where I barely speak the language and start wandering around dark streets, more it feels like it is supposed to feel strange, but it doesn’t and that feels strange.

The sidewalk in Alicante is like playing Q-bert

I love all the graffiti in Spain. Here are a few examples from Alicante:

And finally one more self portrait video:

And one more for good measure….