Reinstate wellness at Camino Recovery, Spain

Of all of the proven methods for recovery from addiction and stress, the most reliable has to include a healthy dose of sunshine! Knowing that you are on your personal Camino – or road – to solid recovery can only be made better by a superb location underneath the Spanish sun.

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Selection: Why choose Spain for recovery?

What are the other factors for choosing Spain as a destination for your walk back to happiness and wellness? It’s about much more than that warm and relaxing weather. Factor in the relatively short hop from the UK or Ireland – you can be here in just a couple of hours. Trust is paramount – the quality of clinical care has to feature high on anyone’s list – and the level of professional healthcare in Spain is rated very highly, in fact, the 7th best in the world, and is what you can expect with a stay using the superb facilities at Camino Recovery.

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Arrival: A tranquil setting

Sunshine-filled and peaceful surroundings are the calm and dignified frame that greet you on arrival at the picture-perfect destination of Camino Recovery, found nestled beneath the Sierra de Tejeda mountain range in Andalusia, in a location that oozes a sense of secret seclusion. Rest assured that the luxury location is matched perfectly by cutting-edge treatments and well respected, world-class clinical staff. 

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Treatments available

Those cutting-edge tratments are just the ticket for a variety of issues you may be curently facing. Dealing with life has it’s downs as well as ups, and a decision to reinstate wellness at a respected residential Recovery centre might be for a whole host of reasons:

Perhaps you (or your loved one) have decided to give up alcohol and need a little support.

You may be suffering from addiction; drugs, alcohol, gaming, eating disorders, unresolved trauma, anxiety, depression – the list of reasons is endless, and we all need a hand occasionally to get back onto the right track.

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Stay and be cared for

A residential stay in one of the superbly appointed suites is favourable as it provides you with a total immmersion away from the world of tempation and is an intensive treatment with high results. There are never more than eight clients at any one time, ensuring a personalised and high quality treatment, adapted entirely to your needs.

There are many different approaches to therapy, one being intensity. For some the positive benefits of being removed from their immediate environment are immeasurable. 

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Equine Assisted Psychotherapy

Horses for courses? Horses can respond to the emotional state of humans, without need for verbal communication. They can sense fear, anxiety and respect, and they react accordingly without the preconceptions that exist with human interaction. Therefore the Equine Assisted Therapy is one of the most successful treatments at Camino Recovery, and it’s one of the world’s leading centres. Worried about riding prowess? There’s no horse-riding involved – watch the video here. Instead, it uses activities and tasks to bring the horse and patient closer together in a gentle environment from the ground and involves no riding of the horse itself.

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The perfect time to book

Christmas is fast approaching – for some of us it’s a festive season to be greeted warmly, but for others it’s far from the season of Goodwill – handle it knowing that you’re looking forward to a New Year and a new you in the form of a 2020 stay at Camino recovery – a vacation with long-lasting and life-changing results.

Review: Kathmandu Nepali, Torremolinos

Heat, spice and all things nice await at Kathmandu. You won’t even have to head for the Himalayas, either. Situated just around the corner from Dealz in Torremolinos, on Calle Antonio Girón, this little restaurant pleases every time.

 

Torremolinos is a busy, big summer resort, full of kiss-me-quick souvenirs, badly poured beer and bellies a-plenty. It’s loud, brash and cheap. It is what it is! Winter, however, turns the centre into an altogether quieter place, with the only British voices likely to be long term residents, and many of the more raucous establishments have shutters drawn. It’s warmer than up here at altitude, there are bargain out of season rooms to be had. We did just that en route to the airport last week, and planned a trip to Kathmandu too.

Mixed starters to share, plus popadums and dips – all proved top class fare. Mains of fall-apart lamb, charcoal flavour and sizzling hot with onions on a cast iron slab, and accompanying hot curry sauce, plus a tasty king prawn bhuna filled us up, as we mopped up with a Peshwari naan –  a little sweetness to offset the heat of the curries. Chilled Cobra beers washed it all down…we were suitably stuffed. Total bill just 44€ for everything. Service was friendly and fast.

Find Kathmandu here

 

 

 

Hotel review: Casa Federico, Granada

Rolling back to last winter for this overdue review. It’s hard now, with the mercury rising so quickly, to even imagine cold, wet winter days, with easterly winds and a bite to the air. But, that’s what it was like in Spain last winter. To break up one such weekend, we booked a night in Granada, to take advantage of someone else’s heating and hot water. The budget was set for a reasonable place to stay, it had to be central, and with a little bit of character. I would rather stay at home than do a run of the mill awayday.

A good fit

So, on paper, Casa Federico looked like a good fit. It is. Set just a few steps from the cathedral, the great value price did not reflect a budget hotel stay in any way and we enjoyed the location, excellent decor, and friendly atmos.

Rooms and decor

Named after our favourite Granada poet, reasonable parking is a block away. Upgraded on request to a superior room, it was a large-twin-bed-pushed-together scenario. Plenty of storage, spotlessly clean, room to walk around, a corner bath in a spacious bathroom, and quirky touches such as Moroccan decor, and headboards fashioned from old shutters. There were two full-length windows, and balcony views to the front, and to the spires and tiled rooftops of Granada.

The reception staff were friendly and helpful – and there’s no stuffiness. My only gripe was leaving behind a piece of sentimental jewellery and no reply to my Facebook messages. Otherwise, I say go ahead, book Casa Federico for great value, and a lovely place to stay in a convenient location.

*This review is independent and was not in exchange for a free stay.

Hotel review: Centauera Boutique Hotel- Alanya, Turkey

As a travel writer, Tripadvisor content writer, and reviewer, I am always pleased to discover somewhere new, that’s really worth shouting about. In May, I was treated to a week in Turkey, ostensibly to chase some warmth, as Spain was fighting off the remnant of a hard winter, and I was pretty well burnt out and in need of some respite.

The destination

A five-star treat was in store in historical Alanya, at the Centauera boutique hotel, nestled below the ancient impressive fortification, which towers over the resort. This traditional stone house in Tophane’s historic district offers just a handful of luxurious rooms, with 24-hour room service. There is a spacious garden terrace with amazing harbour views, where you can relax and enjoy breakfast, lunch or an evening meal. Feed the local cats at your peril, they are tenacious! Or just sit with a tea, listen to the rhythmic call to prayer from one of the many mosques, just relax and read a book, gaze across the harbour, or lazily study the in-house geckos as they hunt.

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The inside info…

Including free Wi-Fi, the air-conditioned rooms at The Centauera come with satellite LCD TV. All rooms have traditional stone walls and are named after Turkish flowers. Some rooms offer sea views.

It’s a 10-minute walk downhill across the ancient cobbled streets, to reach Alanya’s city centre with its many eateries, bars and restaurants, as well as some superb shopping. Top Tip: Bring an empty suitcase…

This 24-hour accessible boutique hotel – with a high 9.9 rating on Booking –  is situated just five minute’s walk from the beach. Free parking is available in the immediate surroundings of the property.

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Well run, impressive service with a smile

Koray Orhunoz is the owner/manager, and after meeting him, you will understand why the hotel has such a high rating. Friendly, helpful, personable, with a huge personality, we felt as though he was family after just a week’s stay – but very nice family at that! Nothing is too much trouble; ice cold Ayran (that refreshing, salty buttermilk drink) was whipped up on request for breakfast and served alongside huge platters of cheeses with preserved fruit, honey, eggs, fresh leaves, a selection of local breads, and Turkish Chai or coffee. Koray organised a trip for us on request and was even open to lifts and late night drinks and chats.

We managed to stay in two rooms, taking advantage of an upgrade halfway through our week, but to be honest, both rooms were fantastic, the second having a claw-footed roll top bath to make it even more special. Would we return? In a heartbeat.

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Details

Contact Koray via his Facebook account. Tell him I sent you!

Browse the website directly to make a booking.

*This trip was paid for as a very kind and welcome gift, and this is not a free review for staying at the hotel.

Lettuce Pray

Those words I always thought the priest uttered at Mass on soft Irish Sunday mornings – I was an almost-adult before – like many song lyrics – I realised I had it all wrong. Young folk have no idea how lucky they are that they have lyric sites at the swipe of an iPhone – and that they’re not bullied into Mass, for that matter.

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But this post is neither religious or musical, though I suspect a Mel Brooks-style treat is being hastily scribbled in the wings.

I ask you to to forget about world hunger. Begone Sub-Saharan Africa, Asia, and those irritating refugees looking for non-essentials such as shelter and water. The new kid on the block is Britain. Yes, in true OLIVER style, the begging bowl is out. The supermarkets are bare and the Sun editor is doing back-flips. It’s the scoop of the century. There is no lettuce. In February. That’s winter, right? But there’s no use whining and begging. Spain is NOT for sharing.

So, let’s consider the great #LettuceGate scandal of 2017 as a great hunger, perhaps even a Famine. Ah yes, we knew we’d have you eventually, landowners and bigwigs. You thought you could get us with our own potatoes when the chips were down.

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There’s a monumental disaster afoot and it’s caused by a lack of Lactuca Sativa.

What if #LettuceGate has the same consequences as the Great Famine? Starvation. Disease. Lettuce is a rich source of Vitamin K and Vitamin A. It’s a source of Folate. The National Health Service will crumble.

There’ll be mass emigration. The fact that no-one will want you is a bridge you’ll just have to cross in search of Iceberg, Cos or your next bag of Looseleaf.

What’s the solution? Rt Hon Andrea Leadsom MP might like to know that it’s possible to wait until lettuce is actually in season and grow her own.

Remember one more thing, Britain. Where did all the Irish go after An Gorta Mór? Oh yes, but now, sure, isn’t that ‘just desserts’?

Percolated happiness coming right up

It’s a drip feed, isn’t it? Happiness I mean. Not just happiness, all feelings, all emotions. A sort of osmosis from outside influence.

Peer pressure

We are so easily swayed these days, by adverts, by song lyrics, by reading a book or watching a decent film. Open your Facebook account and be instantly irritated by someone you have never actually met, feel emotional and sad at someone else’s bad luck, or warm and fuzzy from a cute kitten/puppy video. We’re all total suckers for it, really.

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#GoPositive

So there I was, minding my own business, when HAPPY MELLY suggested I get happy for a week; Go Positive they said. Easy, I thought. I’ll just post ‘nice’ things, and curate some positive stories. I can do that. Simple.

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Hard work

It’s not, actually. My social media (personal and pages accounts) are full of some really bad shit, and I hadn’t truly taken note. I found myself SEARCHING for good news stories, and really, it was pretty trying. Forget the newspapers and media pages for a start. My ‘friends’ do like a good moan! Avoidance of 😦 reactions is also harder than you think.

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So, I gaily skipped and scrolled past the RIP posts, the dead dog posts, the FFS posts and the general angst. No Angry, Sad, or even Like  (your angry mood)  responses from me – nuh-uh. I’m not on your bus, sister.

Feelgood factor

Then something odd happened. I found my finger hovering back over those Bad News stories, looking for something positive to say. That’s better, I thought. The OP would ‘like’ my comment, and I’d feel even happier.

 

9 September at 11:27 ·

All done and not a word of thanks from management. Not even a goodbye. Thankfully students were grateful for my efforts. #wontbeback

 

Comments

 

Carol Byrne The students are the important ones, your raison d’etre. Good that they were grateful 🙂

Like · Reply · 1 · 9 September at 12:33

 

I started to do the same OFFLINE. What’s all this? A new me? No, probably not. That would take some sort of miracle.

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But a slow, drip-feed of happiness? Yes. like the best coffee, a sort of percolated happiness. It tastes pretty good too…want a cup?

Spanish exploring for spring

Hey – it’s warming up, isn’t it? It’s always a bit later here at 1115m in the high hills of Andalucía. But there they are.Those first clues – the floor tiles underfoot don’t make you flinch as you climb out of bed, orchids showing up and showing off in the campo, jasmine buds tentatively unfurling in the garden, and the birds getting, well, all jiggy. Speaking of our feathered friends – the Swallows are back on our terrace this week, having made their long journey back to us – they’re looking fat and well, and are always happy to chat while we hang out the washing.

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Speaking of journeys, we will set off this weekend to Valladolid, ostensibly to watch UD Almeria get totally obliterated by the local football team, it’s part of the 21st birthday treatment for The Boy, currently here on his Easter break from student life in Wet Wales.  We also booked a stay in Toledo on the way back – love it in that hill top walled city of swords and Kings, El Greco, and from what I remember – great cake! Expect plenty of photo fodder on our return.

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Himself and myself will be celebrating a wedding anniversary of many moons this June, so we have decided to mark the auspicious occasion (we don’t, normally) with a trip. He suggested Rome  – I meh-ed a bit and  shrugged. Then we both thought of magical Marrakech, considered it for about, oh, 2 seconds, and promptly booked bargain flights and a splendiferous Riad to go with them. I cannot wait. A stopover at Córdoba  (ida) and Sevilla (vuelta) will complete the trip.

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A weekend in May before that, to wish my mother a happy birthday and take her for a G&T, will complete my tinker travels for the first half of this year – I was there in January but she’s getting on and I am a bad, careless and vagrant daughter.

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So, sit down here beside me, and tell me; how is your spring shaping up?

 

 

 

The Beer Run and a Bomb Shelter

With the beer shelf of the fridge looking sadly empty we interrupted our morning to take a quick trip to Adra and our current favourite shop for essentials –  Lidl.

We timed it right as there was 50% off the second bottle of most of the ‘nice’ beer labels, so we threw Belgium, the Czech Republic, and Germany into the trolley with some of their Italian range of food and headed back.

“Fancy a look at the museum while we’re here?” asked Museum Man Stan. (I wish he felt the same about the beach)

I did, so… we did.

Entering the museum, the nice chap at reception turned on the lights and gave us a few pointers for looking around – then asked where we were from. “Ireland  – piped up Museum Man Stan – he almost always refuses to admit to his Queen and country – Er, Alpujarras, we live in the Alpujarras.”

Nice chap: “Which part?”

Stan: “Murtas”.

Nice Man: “Ah Murtaaaa  – a big smile – (it’s always the same reaction). My family were from there in the 1800’s….There’s also another foreigner there, an Englishman, a photographer, do you know him?”

Soy yo, (That would be me)” admitted the Honorary Irishman.

Apparently, they had met years ago, when Nice Chap visited the village and he purchased one of Stan’s photographs that was displayed in the bar – giving him his contact details and asking for more, explaining that Nice Chap was in fact the tecnico cultural for Adra, and he wanted to do an exhibition of the Honorary Irishman’s work. Yay.

Except the Honorary Eeejit lost the details and never followed it up.

So, fast forward to this morning.  Nice Chap turned out to be Javier Sanchez Real, author of Farua, that annual cultural book on Adra, in addition to his tourism/cultural role, and a mine of info on Adra.

We promised to come back armed with camera and notebook – because the museum is seriously good,  and I’ll cover more on it in another post, but do go – and he gave Hon Eejit all the details again, as unbelievably he is still interested. He’s also love me to write some info in English 🙂

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Photo from http://www.adraturismo.com/en/quehacer/visitas-guiadas.html

Javier then directed us down the street to the ancient town walls, and instructed us to claim a key from a bar, saying he sent us 🙂 which would enable us to have a private look inside the Civil War bomb shelter, which we duly did. It was fascinating, and was also used to shelter those who walked the route from Málaga to Almería as detailed in the book The Crime on the Road by Norman Bethune. Paul Read  – Forgotten Stories From Spain: The Ambulance Man And The Spanish Civil War is another great read on the same subject.

So that was our rather interesting morning…yours?

Holy Days of Obligation

You HAVE to go to Mass, it’s a Holy Day of Obligation.  Get there smartly, don’t slinge.

The standard answer to “Mass again? But, why….???” when I was a skinny small teenager with a big fat attitude.  So, sulking, we would dutifully slinge up that hill to St Mary’s and stand outside the back door, acting as cool as we could under the circumstances.  One of us having drawn the short straw would be sent in to hear the message from the homily, so we’d all have the same answer when we got home – sort of singing from the same hymn sheet I guess.

Today is yet another H.D.O. in Spain.  Puente del Pilar – the pueblo church bells of San Miguel are ringing as I type, but I think there will be more than just a few blue rinse jobs there today, as it’s also the day of the Spanish military celebrations.  Any excuse for the Guardia Civil to tuck their trousers into their mirror-shined boots and wear the three cornered hat.  I find it intimidating to be honest – but I guess that’s the idea.

It’s also Hispanic day for the Spanish speaking world. Día de la Hispanidad commemorates the day Columbus first set foot in the Americas  – so there’s plenty to celebrate today.

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For our village, it’s another opportunity to come home to the countryside and be fed by Mami, a reason for the Abuela to to grin toothlessly, another day to be spoiled for the Nieto.

The village Great and the Good will be invited to the local police station to have a few bevvies, denuncias and feuds forgotten for a few hours, at least as long as the Brugal flows.

Then, as full as proverbial ticks, they’ll weave their way home to sleep. Tomorrow it’s back to normality.  Quiet once again, the square chimneys will send blue spirals of smoke to fight the chilly autumn evening.  The scent of Almond wood will hang heavily in the air, and the sound of tractors and chainsaws in the distance.  Until the next fiesta – it won’t be long!

Abuela – Granny

Nieto – Grandson

Brugal – Popular Spanish Rum

Puente – Bridge – or extra day off work tagged onto the weekend for post-shenanigan sore heads