March 22 & April 6, 2000
Before and after heading off to the hills of Los Molinos, I spent some time in this wonderful city.
I arrived by ferry from Nador, Morocco. A long trip where a percentage of the passengers get´s sea sick and makes a mess. I was glad to get off the boat and for the first time, someone actually took a second look at me crossing the boarder. Once determined that my accent matched my passport I was on my way.
Disoriented and early in the morning, I waited for the tourist office to open, picked up a map and head to the hostel, which rivals some two and three star hotels.
There´s really nothing in this city that is extraordinary, like most places where you visit just because a friend lives there, but it is, in a strange way, a role model of a city in design.
Well landscaped fountains down the center of town, a winding railway, mountains, some ruins, a light house and a nicely cropped beach.
It doesn´t smell like the beach and the sand doesn´t blow around making the line between beach and city sidewalk so clear you just have to move your toe to go from distinctly feeling on the beach or knocking on a clean urban back door.
There´s also not a lot of foreigners nor are the beaches aren´t over populated.
If your sailing through the Mediterranean and looking for some civilization that´s not too big that your head is spinning, Almaría is a port to consider.
Again, it´s nothing amazingly special, just well done. If it were in Roadside America, you´d see a simplistic billboard saying, "Almeria, a nice place to live." There are, however, many other gems along the coast of Andalucia that I´ll be happy to introduce you to as I prepare for my last week in Spain.