You approach the Costa de la Luz either from Jerez, Seville or Gibraltar airports. And now it is under threat from developers. The Costa de la Luz is unique and marvellous. Further reminders of this permanent internationalism come in the form of waves of intrepid African immigrants who, clutching bubble wrap and ironing boards, frequently get washed up on the enormous beaches, making a noteworthy contrast to the prosperous, tanned and toned German surfers in their campervans. The ineffable brooding bulk of the dark continent is a reminder that Al Andalus was a bilateral concept, not restricted to bullfights, flamenco and tapas. Here you're a mere nine miles from Africa. Odysseus swung by.Īt its southernmost point is the town of Tarifa, a unique amalgam of windsurfing, legend and shifty exoticism. The Costa de la Luz was for the Romans the lush Garden of the Hesperides (the mythical 'Western Land'). Your memory is jogged by classical reference: Hercules adventured and drove cattle here Homer's blessed and damned stayed here. Further south along the narrow, flat coastal plain, your journey is punctuated by the smell of prickly pear and the sight of cork trees.
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