Caseres-Old castles, white buildings and tricky banos

This is a long awaited update….since we have been void of technology for the past three days. At our hotel, they let us know on Wednesday of last week that the computer service was down. We checked each day to see if it was up, and each day they said no. (They said it in a way that was a bit foreign to us, but we got the message….no blogging.) Finally today we have checked into our new time share spot, in Marbella (pronounced mar bay ya) and alas, back to internet access. I know you have probably been checking in every single day, each hour, hoping for an update, wondering if we had been abducted by Islamic militants or just spending too much time touring and playing and driving winding roads into the hills.

Well that is exactly what we did on the day since our last blog. Drove to a small town in the hills called Caseres. After getting lost, which is actually a part of everyday´s activities (since every street sign seems to be in totally different language), we found our way to yet another of the very cool mountain cities…more white washed buildings, more small winding streets, and white knuckles on the dash board, by my fearless traveling companion…(that would be Jackie). We arrived having to go to tht Banos of course, and the only thing open was a quiet, dark pub. We of course hit town just at siesta time again, it´s uncanny how we can manage to plan every trip to arrive when everything is closed. Anyway, not wanting to use the banos without buying something we had the obligatory beer. We all went off to the rest room. Jackie,however, seemed to be gone a long time….Ben and I finally went to check, only to find that she was pounding on the door from the inside…not able to get out. We allowed her escape, and laughed for the duration of our beer stop. In Caseres we visited the moorish castle that was build in something like 410 BC…needless to say it could use some new paint and carpet. In fact they were working on it to restore it and we weren´t allowed in. View was spectacular once again…and it was way interesting walking through the narrow passageways in the hillside neighborhood, seeing locals clothes hanging from the their small porches and folks going about their business. We made it back to the coast and Jackie swore it would be the last of the mountain treks…I will miss the wild hair pin turns and the crazy drivers and the new aggressive driving attitude I have adopted. Of course there is still alot of fun with all of that here at sea level.