After our day skiing in the Sierra Nevada we descended down the mountain in to Granada.
We were booked into a beautiful boutique hotel that had the most perfect location.
My room was fit for a princess..
So well, I guess I felt right at home
The hotel recommended a few places but most were absolutely heaving. The Spaniards celebrate Christmas on the twelfth night, Epiphany, when the three kings arrive. So here things were just gearing up.
After quite a lot of wandering around we found a beautiful restaurant opposite the town hall.
Being typical brits abroad we piled our coats on and opted for a table outside under the heaters.
It turns out we made a very good choice with the restaurant as both the food and wine were unbelievably good.
The red was amazing!
We started with a platter of meats, cheese and bread
along with some salty padron peppers.
They were the biggest, juiciest peppers I have had.
The mains were just as delicious.
I went for tuna with a sesame soy sauce.
Dad’s cod was buttery and melted in your mouth.
and he still loves it when I take pictures of his food…haha
Mums goats cheese and vegetable tower was so delicious and full of flavour.
Our plates were left squeaky clean.
Inside the restaurant was buzzing. People sat by the bar having tapas, chatting, eating and drinking.
There were traditional legs of Serrano ham hanging up.
We finished up and wandered back to out hotel beneath the sparkling Christmas lights. Everywhere looked so, so pretty and we couldn’t wait to explore even more in the morning.
For now though, after a pretty tiring day I collapsed into my princess bed and fell into a very, very deep sleep.