We first passed through the plains of La Mancha, where thousands of acres of vineyards are being removed to be replaced by olive orchards.
I wanted to get a photo of one of the famous windmills of La Mancha (a la Don Quixote), but, alas, the only ones left are wind turbines.
We stopped for lunch at a roadside restaurant -
Where we looked forward to the menu del dia - a hearty serving of grilled chicken.
Our journey took us south through the mountains - where we experienced another brief snow shower - then into Andalusia and Granada. We got a peak at the highest mountain of the Iberian Peninsula, Sierra Nevada - we had a clearer view from Granada.
As we entered Granada, with a population of about a million, the sultry voice of our GPS insisted that we drive right into the crowded and confusing center of the city, despite the fact that the signs for the Alhambra suggested that we stay on the freeway. She also wanted us to turn right directly into a building (we opted to ignore this sage advice). John has concluded that listening to her is about as helpful as listening to my directions (I have no sense of right and left, which he occasionally finds annoying).
We have now parted with the car for two days, as per the required and ridiculously overpriced valet parking here at our hotel, which is actually on the grounds of the Alhambra. We'll see if John's more forgiving of its start-stop diesel engine (that shuts off every time he puts his foot on the brake and comes to a stop) when we get it back.
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