Guadalest - a well worn beaten path from Javea
Some of the most popular day trips from Javea are destinations in their own right.
(See my Altea and Alicante pages)
.But if you are prepared to get up early, before the coaches set off from the coast, and close your eyes to the tacky tourist shops in Guadalest, it is quite a spectacular day visit.
The road up to this fortified village, perched on the ridge of an escarpment, is bordered by terraced fields of olive and almond orchards. with lovely views over the Sierra de Aitana.
You will need to park before you start the uphill walk to reach the entrance into the village which is through an archway cut into the rock.
Make your way past the shops to the ruins of an ancient castle which was destroyed by an earthquake in 1744, to see the views down the valley and the surrounding mountain peaks.
Along all coastline of Alicante and also other provinces in Spain,you will see a lot of these beautiful medieval watchtowers.They were used for posibles invasions from the sea.A few of them are very well conservated and may be a good idea go up and take a look.
That one it is located on a hill just outside of the town of Moraira.
Javea - on the Costa Blanca
"Javea - 1st visit"
We first went to Javea in February 1981. It was an enforced holiday as I had been very ill and the Doctor had said I needed to get away from the damp English winter. My aunt and uncle had a two bedroomed apartment there in a small complex. Amazingly the weather was fantastic. We took the girls out of school for an extra week after half term (you were allowed to then) and came back to the UK on about the 3rd or 4th March. It was such wonderful weather that we went to the sandy beach every day except for a couple of days were we went inland and also a day at Calpe where we swam in the sea! The sea was actually warmer than the outdoor swimming pool on the complex. I can remember a party of lads in a villa a couple away from us came from Luton and they asked us if the pool was warm. We said Yes and one of them jumped in. He managed to refrain from swearing in front of our young daughters!
There were a couple (maybe more on the site) who were Londoners and annually did a trip by coach, with the rest of the silver headers, ostensibly to buy a property in Spain but admitted to us that it was a cheap holiday each year. There was a small games room on the complex and Paul and I used to play table tennis, Paul having declared that I was the better tennis table player out of the two of us, much to Bob's annoyance.
I woke up one night feeling distinctly funny and put my hand to the floor. Cheap Spanish Brandy, I thought but it turned out we had ahd a minor earthquake during the night and I had been woken by the tremor.
Inland was very unspoilt and we enjoyedwalking along he ridge by the windmills on Mont Montgo. Very Don Quixote. A pity it is now being built on. We went down to the harbour and watched the fishing boats come one and Bob asked one of the men, in French, if we could buy some fish. Our youngest daughter was then about to turn eight and she had very very blond hair and the Spanish admired her pale looks so he gave us an enormous bag of fesh sardines which kept us going for about four days. For nothing, for the little one, he said.
We went to the market at Moraira and admired all the beautiful lace but I wasn't tempted. As we had driven we were quite free to go where we wanted. From the hills inland it was possible to see Fortuventura and we enjoyed Denia as well.
"2nd Visit to Javea"
Our second visit was August 1982 and this time I recuperating from a major op. We flew into Alicante and hired a car. The weather was blistering. My relations had gone upmarket and the new villa was slightly larger and was in a lovely complex with gardens and very large communal pool. The thing we enjoyed about Javea was that there were very few hotels, mostly it was private villas so it did not appear touristy.
We went to Denia again and this time got involved in the raisin fete. The sweet white grapes were already beginning to dry and great grass plates kept coming round and we were exhorted to eat handfulls of them. We stood on a bridge and wathed the townsfolk dancing the Sardana below us. The costumes were really colouful. Then the donkeys arrived with panniers full of grapes and we were encourage to try the different grapes and they told us what wines or sherries would be produced from each variety.
"This wonderful site can do more to tell you about"
Javea than I can!