Having familiarized myself with the Mediterraneao highway (A7) by day, it was time to take it on at night.
J's flight came in this evening, so it was the perfect opportunity to check out the autopista in darkness. And I mean darkness. In the stretch between Fuengirola and Malaga, there are no street lights and very few other cars. The lane markings have no reflectors, and most of the opposing traffic is driving with high beams. These are not the ideal conditions to be pushing 140 km/h on hilly roads.
But what the hell, I'm fully insured, right?
Picking J up in Malaga was easy and breezy enough, and the 40km drive back to Marbella just as much fun as the first leg.
We got home in time to watch some horrendously cheesy Christmas Eve programming - the host of the program looked like the Spanish version of Dick Clark, only with a little more gay flair. At midnight, I popped open a bottle of cava (that's the español version of champagne for you non-winos), toasted, and got ready to pass the fuck out.
Monday, December 25, 2006
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Oh hey, are you going to make it to Granada? Cause I want to see pics of the Alhambra if you make it. Go. Go go go.
ReplyDeleteAnd the spanish version of Dick Clark can't be as bad as reliving interesting grandparent moments via the Andy Williams Christmas Show... haha.