We’re the millionth visitors to take the same pictures of ham but that is, after all, what Trevélez is famous for. The highest village in mainland Spain (although some would dispute this) is similar to most other white villages in Las Alpujarras: Moorish, cute (mostly), touristy in places – mainly the lower part (Barrio Bajo) – and a nice way to spend a few hours.
If jamón isn’t your thing, beware; some streets here smell of it due to the many warehouses where the jamón is dried and stored. It’s the pure mountain air, you see. One of our favourite places in Lanjarón sells Trevélez jamón.
The drive from Órgiva takes just over an hour and is the ‘end of the line’ so you either head back the way you came or take the horse-shoe bend and follow the signs to Torvizcón, crossing the Rio Guadalfeo and heading along the southern side of the valley, back to Órgiva. The latter route is truly spectacular and passes abandoned buildings with views you just have to stop for.
Trevélez has around 800 inhabitants, the numbers bolstered each day by people like us. Here are a few snaps, starting with us two, plus a short film leaving this splendid village.
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© con jamón spain
I do like ham, but the smell of ham shops is def something one has to get used to…
The first slice of sweet, moist jamón and the smell goes (and you do get offered a fair amount of taster slices here!)