My brother and I stayed in this enchanting village for a week over Christmas. Our apartment was on the top floor of a high-rise at the top of the village so we had spectacular views.
After long delays due to the snowstorm, we arrived in the dark. In the morning, we woke up to these views:
We strolled along the narrow streets still lush with flowers and greenery.
We stopped to sit in a plaza after a heavy rain.
I caught a reflection of the giant tree and me in a shop window.
We sauntered down narrow staircases.
We admired the architecture.
We wandered down a verdant jungly path that smelt of coconuts.
We feasted our eyes on many pretty vistas near sunset.
We watched the sunset.
We roamed the quiet streets at night.
All photos by me
Sleepy Mojacar is full of snowbirds from Britain and Ireland so there isn't much action in the pueblo in the winter although it's plenty quaint and magical. I imagine this village comes alive in the summer.
Next post we head down the hill to the playas so stay tuned.