If you’re one of those addicts of the extraordinary, this one is for you. Far enough up the coast from Lisbon, Nazare is only transited by tourist packs during the day. If you avoid the classical summer rage, you find a blue and white village that has not sold its soul to the devil of “leisure” just yet. It is an old fishing village, very old indeed. In the year 700 they were fighting pirates when a legendary couple came into the story: a monk and a king. The king was carrying a sword of bravery and the monk was carrying a statue of redemption.
Remember her as a mala mujer or a bruja (witch); get to know her but never tame her. Andalusia will paint your fantasies hot, the color of those wretched blood-boiling impulses. SINE QUA NON: Ronda, Strait of Gibraltar, Tarifa, Cadiz, Sevilla, Granada, Cordoba, corrida, Andalusian horses, flamenco Andalucia is no place to go with a purpose or a timeframe. Don’t ever judge her: it is as intense as its flamenco rhythms and as savage as its corridas. It is also mute and dry at times, but at those times so are you. A world so simple and powerful with such a tremendous pull that is able to dismiss the rest of the universe…