The Andalusian Roadtrip
“I spent most of my 21st year in Seville. For a week in April, my old man visited. We rented a SEAT the size of a soapbox car and headed south, puttering our way through the picturesque pueblos blancos: the white villages of Andalucía, where the days are long, the nights longer and the outlandish tales men spin over lunch each day longest of all.”
WALKER LOETSCHER, EDITOR
Your Marching Orders …
Start in Málaga, where there’s an international with daily service from all over the continent. From there, rent a car (something small, fast and manual, ideally) and head west, first making a pit stop at El Caminito del Rey, the “most dangerous hike in the world” (you’ll need reservations). Then ramble on to the pueblos blancos, a series of whitewashed hilltop villages that look straight out of a Hemingway novel. Don’t miss Ronda (the birthplace of bullfighting and home to the bridge you see above), Grazalema (there’s a national park nearby) and Zahara, which sits in the shadow of a decaying Moorish castle. Take turns driving and stay alert; it’s one of the most scenic — and serpentine — roads you’ll ever encounter. Eventually, you’ll arrive at Arcos de la Frontera, crown jewel of the pueblos, where a raft of B ‘n’ Bs overlook the verdant valley below. Stay at this one.
Your Timekeeper …
The Autavia is a blend of classic style and powerhouse performance. Horologists know it as the modern redesign of an iconic 1966 chronograph, while those you meet in the dusty White Villages of Southern Spain will see it as a sign you’re not just any old tourist — you’re a man who has his wits about him.
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