Pueblos- Lanjaron, Pampaneira, Bubion + Capileira

Day two of the motherly invasion left us in a car for an endless number of hours exploring numerous unpronounceable pueblos to the south east of Granada. As I did not study these pueblos in my history class I cannot give you a brief and thorough synopsis of their history, but for those of you who thirst for knowledge I shall supply you with names, fear not. The first pueblo we went through was Lanjarón which is famous for the bottled water that shares its name. Unlike Evian, it does not cost a fortune and is only about 0,47 cents for a 1.5 liter bottle of refreshing deliciousness. The second pueblo we passed but did not visit was Cañar, followed by Bayacas, Soportújar and Carataunas. We then followed the signs towards the pueblos turisticas and continued our climb up the mountain. Did I mention that these pueblos are all nestled in the Sierra Nevadas, the mountains that fringe Granada?


The first pueblo that we visited was called Pampaneira. Small, white house and shops tucked away into the side of the mountain. A few kilometers up the mountain we ran into Bubión. And just after Bubión we made it to Capileira, the highest and largest of the three towns. From Capileira there is nowhere to go but turn around and go back down the mountain. We had the option of then going to Trevélez, the highest town in all of Spain, but it looked to be two hours away on curvy roads and I understood moms desire to not drive at night. Hairpin turns and sharp curves paired with dangerous drop offs didn’t seem like much fun after sunset to me either.


We made it back to Granada by about 4:30pm and I decided that we should go up to the Albaicín and catch a glimpse of the Alhambra. The entire way there was me looking at a map and trying to figure out the horrible maze of streets and where we were and where we were trying to go. We finally made it to the Mirador St. Nicolas, which is the Plaza that looks out over the city and is a perfect place to snap a couple touristy photos of the Alhambra, or in my mom’s case, 37. Yes, there are SOME good ones out of that batch.

So not as much history as yesterday (yesss!!) but just as many lovely pictures (yesss). And, yes, I am aware that there are currently NO pictures, but, remain calm, they will be posted eventually.