Immigrate to Spain and discover Spanish tourist attractions: Against the backdrop of the azure Mediterranean, a white village suddenly appears on the rolling hills, a sight so stunning it leaves you speechless. This is Frigiliana, a place voted as the "most beautiful white village in Spain."
After leaving the Alhambra at noon, we drove 428 kilometers to our destination, Cadiz. The journey was far from lonely; it was filled with excitement, and the several unique small towns we visited along the way made the day full of surprises. The first one we reached was this white village, Frigiliana!
There are not many tourists in this white town, mostly locals, so it was relatively easy to find a parking space. Once we got out of the car, we were immediately immersed in a world of white. Centered around the main street, Real, sloping roads and paths with steps extend outward. With neat and clean white walls, bright red geraniums decorating the windows, and mosaic-patterned stone paths, it can be described as "picturesque" wherever you go.
In the mid-16th century, the Moors, who were forced to convert to Christianity by Granada, launched a rebellion here. The ceramic tiles embedded in the white walls bear witness to the scenes of the war at that time.
Deep in the alleys, there are small, exquisite shops selling local specialties; ceramics, textiles, and hand-woven baskets are all famous local folk crafts. There is nothing particularly famous to visit here, but strolling through the village to savor the scenery is the most pleasant experience. Suddenly, I seemed to understand the difference in travel. Can travel be divided into two types? One is traveling to famous mountains, rivers, and historical sites, where the higher the score, like points, the more impressive it is. The other is to let yourself go freely, where the places you visit may not be famous or even known to the world, but it is in such places that travel becomes more flavorful and moving. Perhaps the best state of travel is to interweave these two forms for perfection.
At the top of the slope is an open-air café called the Lookout, where you can see the full view of the village. After walking around, my forehead was sweating and my throat was dry. I hurriedly found a seat with a view, ordered an iced drink, and took a big gulp—it was truly refreshing!