Barlovento Puerto Escondido

... in our program - the beach. Yep, the beautiful, white sandy beaches of Cadiz, the most ancient city in Spain. <br> We had a fun train ride there - Amanda, Jen, Claire, Shannon, Alice, Hedi, Emily, Lizzy, Emily P., Joanne, Aaron, Ian, and Reid. I played a card game called Big 2 and got flicked in the forehead by Ian when I lost, no mercy. Apparently luck was not on my side that morning because at the end of that train ride, I still had a red welt ...

... 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 ...

... of the sweetest sherry called "Nectar" for 8 Euro. I really didn&#8217;t like their regular sherry though. They were pretty cool though. When celebrities or royalty come visit, they have them sign a barrel of Tio Pepe instead of signing a guestbook! And they have a family of mice that are sherry connoisseurs. One of the distillery ...

... 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>

... from the retreating Moors in the 14th and 15th centuries. Arcos is about 50 km. inland from Cadiz on the coast.<br><br> on driving: The directions said &#8220;Get to the top by the palace lookout&#8221; but with scant directions on how to do so. I have a photo of our Ford navigating the town&#8217;s tight alleys&#8230;..there were 3 fingers of space between stone walls and the car&#8217;s outside ...

... 8 of us crammed in. The bar was pretty hippy, and had a good reggae type band. Brendan had everyone ******* themselves with greman jokes. On the bus ride there had been a world war two movie, and about 5 germans on the bus didnt even look at the screen for the entire movie, so we took the **** out of them all night, the war never happened apparently. We got pretty ****** and ended up at some techno rave party place with two irish girls we had been talking to at the bar. one was ...

... solange man in direkter Strandnaehe und Stehtiefe bleibt, kann man sich auch mal im Meer abkuehlen. Sobald man aber etwas weiter hinausschwimmt, pfeifen einen gleich die Rettungsschwimmer wieder an Land. Tagsueber ist es in Puerto richtig warm - manchmal fast zu viel - aber sobald die Sonne untergegangen ist, merkt man schnell, dass Januar ist. Aber wer will sich schon beklagen, denn Europa versinkt zur gleichen Zeit gerade im Schneechaos und wir ...

... in front, renovating house next door, packs of street dogs winding up hostel dog and my neighbour´s persistent loud cough day & night were compounded by the open slats on 3 sides of the room which allowed both noise & mosquitos to enter easily!    After 3 nights of very little sleep I had had enough and found a great place for the same price. After several weeks living in cabanas with reed/wooden slat walls and screens for windows it was great to be in ...

... look. Twelve long hours on a thankfully very comfortable coach later, we stepped out into the hot and humid air of the unmistakeable coast and exhausted, plonked ourselves on the beach for the day. We stayed in the 'Tower Bridge Hotel' run by a mad Englishman, Steve, who was never there to meet anyone and show them to their rooms but who always appeared before they left to be paid. We were shown to our room by an English ...

... town. But can I admit that this was a blast as well? A man on a mission, hauling ass without most of my luggage, blasting through topes (speed bumps, which are freaking everywhere in this country, leaning righteously into turns, scraping pegs, scraping the pannier!, on the fastest thing on the road - the Bat Bike, baby! up that road in the fading light. Don't ask me why but I knew I'd find the stand. We were there for 15 minutes, I remembered it in ...