Benahavis - The Culinary Centre of the Costa del Sol
- Submitted by: Nick Nutter, Spain
- Website: http://www.andalucia-life.com
- Submission Date: 18th Aug 2009
To the uninitiated Benahavis appears to be an ancient settlement, typical of an Andalucian village, with a history that no doubt parallels that of other similar white villages like Gaucin or Cortes de la Frontera. There are however clues that this impression may not be correct. Why, for instance, is the place built in a valley, surrounded by hills and clearly not in a good defensible position? Why, when sat in a plaza, is one reminded more of the Italianate village of Portmeirion in North Wales, built by the eccentric Victorian entrepreneur Clough Williams-Ellis, subsequently the setting for the fantasy series The Prisoner back in the 1960s? Most people visit Benahavis, see a pretty white village, admire its mountainous setting, try a tapas or two or a meal in one of the many restaurants, cafes and bars, and then return to the beaches of the Costa del Sol only a few kilometres away unaware of the story behind the village, its raison detre. They would be surprised to learn that most of the buildings they have seen date back no further than the 20th century and its long reputation as a culinary centre to around 1975.
The real story of Benahavis starts with the castle of Montemayor. Situated about four kilometres away and out of sight of the village, this castle was built in the 11th century as part of the defensive structures constructed to protect the Nazarine kingdom of Granada during the Moorish rebellions. It was an impressive structure and no doubt contributed to the continued occupation of the area by the Moors until 1485. Although it is seven kilometres from the sea the castle commands a view of over 100 kilometres of coastline as far south as North Africa. For hundreds of years there were rumours of secret passageways linking the castle to the sea. They proved correct. In 1960 a lorry travelling along the N340 dropped into a hole. Not an unusual occurrence, even today, but this hole was different. It was part of a section of passageway that was large enough to accommodate a man on horseback that ran from the foundations of Montemayor castle to the shore. A remarkable feat of engineering. Part of the castle still remains and is a good walk from the village.
One of the early rulers of the castle was called Havis. His son, an artistic soul, was enamoured with the views down in the valley of the Rio Guadalmina near the castle and he built a small settlement, and, it is rumoured, a grand house, on a south facing slope above the river. It is from this settlement that Benahavis obtained its name, Ben al Havis meaning Son of Havis.
It is not surprising, given its lack of natural defences, that during the 16th century, a period of Morisco rebellion and marauding Barbary pirates, it became necessary to build torres in the vicinity to protect the local population. There are no less than four still standing in the immediate vicinity of Benahavis and sites of another three within four kilometres. The most easily accesible is called Torre de Cercado. As you enter the village; there is only one road in and out, turn right at the roundabout with the water feature at the entrance to the village. On your left is a park. Opened in 2008 and built with EU money, the park is beautifully laid out with paths and flower beds, ponds and streams. It even has a small Roman theatre complete with stage, columns and semi circular seating. Preserved within the park is the torre. At first glance it looks like a small church but the crenellated tower, now only ten metres high, was once much taller, and the low building that juts out like the body of a church was once the water storage cistern for the towers defenders.
In the village itself, reached either from the lower road just beyond the park via a steep series of steps that take you through a sparkling series of water features and colourful fauna, or via the main street, you will come to the central plaza. It may be recognised by the beflagged Ayuntamiento building to one side. Only small it is a perfectly kept example of a cobbled and tiled plaza with a newly washed and ironed flag of Andalucia flying next to a no less pristine flag of Spain. In fact the entire village is clean, tidy and with no sign of the grafiti that mars some places. One side of the town hall building is formed by the oldest building in the village, another 15th century watchtower. The BBC Holiday programme called Benahavis as close to Paradise as you can get.
It is from here that you realise why the normally conservative BBC became, for them, enraptured with Benahavis. Narrow streets wind between the blindingly white buildings that follow the original Moorish street plan in this central part of the town that originally covered an area little more than a few hundred square metres clustered around the tower. The whiteness is relieved by pots of vivid flowers, restaurant signs and brightly coloured umbrellas shading tables that crowd the streets at evey opportunity, imposing their own pedestrian only status to many throughfares. Benahavis has more restaurants, at least thirty, per square kilometre than any other village in Andalucia and probably Spain. Off the central plaza you will see a huge solid wood, bronze studded door within a Moorish arch leading into a narrow entrance into what appears to be a Moorish palace. This is the entrance to the modern Hotel Amanhavis, kitsch with taste is the best way to describe it. Just inside the wood panelled, ornately decorated, soft mood lit entrance porch is a section of glassed floor beneath which is an artistic display of granite and marble amphorae, imitation Arabic swords and other modern reproduction antiques. The rooms have names like Sultan Boabdil Chamber and Christopher Columbus Berth. You get the idea but, like Benahavis itself, it all has a tangible charm, fascinating in its own way.
Beyond the old part of town, more accurately the first part to be rebuilt after the 16th century, little happened for four hundred years. The towns church at the entrance to the village was built in 1920. There was not much call for one before then and from its size you can see there wasnt a huge congregation when it was built. Then came the expatriot. In the 1970s wealthy foreigners, the jet set as they were known, desiring peace and tranquility but only wanting to be a few minutes from the socialite scene of Banus, spotted Benahavis and, almost overnight, it became a desirable place to live. The local families, not slow to spot an opportunity, opened one restaurant after another to cater for them. They produced good, traditional, home Spanish cooking. Soggy vegetables, thin pork steaks and chips. The gliteratti thought it was wonderful, or at least a contrast to the swish designer restaurants on the Costa and it became fashionable to eat in Benahavis. Of such insignificant incidents is history made as Benahavis created its own strapline, The culinary centre of the Costa del Sol.
At the end of the main street is the gallery La Aldea. In appearance this is the oldest part of the town. Deceptively it is one of the more recent. Sculptor David Marshall, like Clough Williams-Ellis, decided to build an illusion. In Davids case a Moorish Andalucian village. He succeeeded in spectacular style. You can sit at a rough table on an even rougher stool at the Bodega, the furniture predates the building and adds a touch of verisimilitude, sip a cold tubo and be convinced you are in a really old square with its tiled fountain, narrow, walled stairs, wrought iron gated entrances and porticoed shopfronts. El Cid should ride through at any time. The gallery itself is space age in comparison.
Children and adults either love Benahavis or hate it and would be hard pressed to say why they felt either way. It is perhaps because the place encourages you to recapture the innocence of youth. It is pretentious without being false, lively without being over boisterous and totally lacking in sophistication or worldliness. Benahavis is toytown inflated to almost adult proportions, unsettling to some, comforting or amusing to others. It all depends on your levels of cynicism.
Is Benahavis the 'Culinary Centre of the Costa del Sol'? I can only suggest you go there and form your own opinion.