H&G’s Head Boy.
Having just returned from a trip to Spain.
The small town of Huéscar remains one of my hidden little gems.
A 2-hour drive from the Alicante airport on a straight road. (Pop on cruise control and sit back).
1 hour is from both Granada and the Ski resorts in the Sierra Nevada.
I’m amazed that you can still find property for as little as €20,000 for a small 2-bedroom cottage, in the small market town.
OK, so it’s not Marbella, the value of the property may creep up in the next 20 Years, however, I do not want it to be Marbella.
I want it to be what it is, the real Spain.
I do not wish to go there for the noise, the bright lights, the vulgar Ex Pat Pubs and the scudo wealth.
Personally, I like walking, fishing, cycling, practicing (and failing, frequently) to produce a watercolor painting worth hanging on the toilet wall.
I like reading books in fields with a picnic, swallowing cheap local wine, with only the sounds of nature sighing on my bronzed warn skin.
I like the stillness, the weekly markets, and the fact that hardly anyone speaks English!
This forces you to speak Spanish and in a week my Spanish had improved considerably.
If you have never visited this part of Spain, try it.
It’s gentle, and that’s a nice concept in this day and age.