Castellon Alto, Galera, Spain

The sun was beating down despite the early morning and I scuffed the toe of my flip flop in the dust and looked around for shade. Having got over the flight and the car journey, The Boyfriend and I had enjoyed a few lazy days sitting on the patio at his mum's house and finally managed to drag ourselves up early enough for a day out. Together with his little brother we stood high up the sun-baked mountain of Castellon Alto outside a single storey white building, watching lizards and calling each other names. The Boyfriend's stepdad emerged with a smile under his sunglasses to announce that we could head inside. The guide who was charged with opening and ...  Read the complete review