Barcelo Costa Ballena Golf Spa Rota

... night stopping here for ice cream, there for a quick drink, over there for a few dances. It was fun, but we were all tired from the day so we walked back at about 4am (I'll explain "Spanish Time" in my next entry). <br> That night, LIzzy and I had opted for the sleeping mats laid out on the Terrace (all the hammocks were occupied), which was fine because 1) I woke up with zero bug bites, and 2) I woke up next to a gorgeous German guy on the mat next ...

... to communicate. We were able to watch Flamingo dancing at the center in town as there was a special performance that night and the star was a young man who grew up in Cadiz and Loly and her husband have known as a child. After the show we went to lunch with Sergio and Oscar their sons. Oscar is older and speaks a little English and looks just like Jon Vaglio. Crazy. That morning both sons were at a casting call for a movie to be made with Tom ...

... set up a little ladder so that the mice could drink the sherry out of a wine glass!<br><br><br>Then we went to the horse show. Very similar to what the Lippanzaner Stallions do. It was&#8230;an experience&#8230;but I don&#8217;t think I&#8217;ll ever go watch something like that again. But I can at least say that I've seen it.<br>

... the way we stopped in Olvera so Mike could get his photo of the village and church tower. We arrived to Nerja very late and couldn't plug in the address in our handy-dandy gps - so we had to call the owner in the UK to give us directions. it was kind of late by the time we got to the house (after midnight). ugh! this was a long, long day! But, we're excited to be at the beach for the next 7 days. Shae can't wait to get her feet wet in the mediterranean.<br>

... where we bought a few cans of the Cruzcampo beer and a 1.5 L bottle of Tinto de Verano - a type of cheap red wine with lemonade. We went to see the pier with the Castillo de San Sebastian, the Castillo de Santa Catalina, the cathedral, the old town and the beautiful Parque Genoves with waterfalls and parrots, and it was pretty much everything, so we went to the famous la Caleta beach and enjoyed ourselves there.<br><br>To my surprise, the beach was full of people ...

... for the winter. We were automatically rebooked at their sister hotel in Rota, Hotel Duque de Najera. We talked to the owner of the hotel group and expressed our disappointment at not being able to stay at the hotel that we used to stay at over 40 years ago. We did get an extended tour of the grounds and rooms before leaving. As it turns out the Duque de Najera is a lot newer and nicer, plus they ...

... willen bevaren. Een buitenboordmotor is een blackbox voor mij. Maar niet voor lang, Een Nederlander komt met zijn bijbootje even goeden dag zeggen als ik me beklaag over mijn buitenboordmotor is hij bereid er naar te kijken. Als ik hem de volgende dag nog een keer aan zijn aanbod herinner, wordt in no-time het motortje gedemonteerd en zijn we een verschrikkelijke vette koek in de flotterkamer zitten. Daarnaast lijkt alles gecorrodeerd. We maken alles schoon en na een ...

... it off, true siesta style. I mostly managed to contain my naps in the sun to one per day. We walked the kilometre or so into the historic centre of town relatively often, but perhaps not as often as we could have, everything we could possibly need being available within the villa, and mostly between the kitchen and the back door to the beach. Holy week in Spain is of course a massive affair. Rota is not known for its celebrations, but that fact is rather frightening given the ...

... to be walking by so we had a visit and talk girl stuff while watching the "angry" sea pummel the sand. She said it was nice to have a girl to talk to as she is more than saturated with testosterone talk. I agreed. We went back to see how Evan was doing at the bar and he was just closing up. We chatted then walked back to Nicoles place. She has the cutest little kitten and has a very cozy apartment. I started getting chilly and she lent me a sweater for the walk home ...

... wet sand near the waves, I smiled at the occasional couple walking by the other way. After kicking a few rocks and hurting my toe, I retreated to the dry powdery sand a few feet away. I love the feel of my feet sinking into the warm softness and slowed my pace a bit so I could enjoy it more. I got to the end then watched some parasailors and paraboarders making full use of the rather windy day. I noticed that my hair is getting really ...