Hotel Oasis Conil de la Frontera

... size of a penny on my forehead! But I wasn't alone! The train was smooth sailing and we arrived by mid-day. We walked the short walk to our hostel, which we at first passed (well, twice haha) and went through the long check-in process. But during check-in, we got to take in the amazing hostel that we would be staying the night in. Sadly, I can't think of the name at the very moment, but once I do I'll fill in the blank for the both of us. It is ...

So today we didn't have an excursion because we had our own private tour guides in Rachel's host family from three years ago. They met us at the pier and were so happy to see Rachel it was great! They took us on a walking tour of historic Cadiz and we had breakfast at one of their places they like and we had churros an coffee with milk. Loly knew everyone we walked by it seemed and although they spoke no English and we speak little Spanish we were ...

... of the sweetest sherry called "Nectar" for 8 Euro. I really didn’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>

... streets at night. There might have been several million of the carnaval people in Cadiz that night, I think.<br><br>By the way, the most original and interesting costumes were of Lego; there were also a few people dressed up as Mario, the pope or Heineken bottles, but my personal best was a guy dressed up as Facebook. He was unbeatable.<br><br>Our train was scheduled for the evening, when it was already dark, and when the festival was actually about to begin. I ...

... es natürlich auch noch Lichtblicke d** besond**en und abenteu**lustigen Art. Das Canyoning in einem d** schönen Naturparks in Andalusien. José, ein Chefanimateur, d** auch ein total** Klett**- und Erlebnisfreak ist, machte fast jedes zweites Wochenende eine Aktion wie Klett**n, Canyoning od** Wand**n. Jed**, d** Lust hat, kan sich anschließen und die Teilnahme lohnt sich. Anbei seht ihr einige Fotos d** Tour, bei d** auch mein Nachbar Jan mit dabei war. Ach ja ...

... Die Strandkneipen werden aufgebaut und die Buden an der Strandpromenade geputzt. Die Spanier bereiten sich also auf die 130.000 Leute vor, die im Sommer hier aufkreuzen. Conil hat so um die 20.000 Einwohner, dann ist dieser Zuwachs schon ordentlich, oder? Generell haben wir bis jetzt mit den Spanien nur gute Erfahrungen gemacht, die Leute sind wirklich sehr offen, wenn sie merken, dass man sich auch bemüht und versucht, Spanisch zu sprechen, helfen sie oft weiter ...

... I would like to forget. Basically no one had any idea when the boat was coming and combined with confusion over what language to use and whether or not the time change had something in addition to the BEAUTIFUL weather I thought Kit was gonna try to swim across in frustration. Finally we got the boat and enjoyed the entertainment provided by the 2 screaming infants and 5 toddlers who decided to do running laps around the boat. Arriving in Spain, needless to ...

... heen en weer zwiept. Dan liggen we dwars van Tarifa en zijn er maar twee meelopende schepen te zien. We steken schuin de scheepvaartroute in en leggen de haven van Tanger voor. De grondkoers wijkt zo'n 35 graden van de magnetische koers af. De grondsnelheid vliegt naar de 8-9 knopen. Geweldig om zo hard te varen met onze stalen schuit. De kruising van de scheepvaartroute gaat goed, de twee schepen lopen nog vóór ons langs en inkomend is er niks. Een vreemde ...

... towards Algeciras and our ferry to Africa. Stopped en route on a lovely beach just past Barbate, with views of Cape Trafalger to one side, and the Moroccan coast to the other. About six in the evening the Spanish army turned up in a 6x6 lorry, fully armed, and spent an hour standing around on the beach digging holes and occasionally glancing up at us as we drank wine and watched them from our deckchairs 50 yards away. The next night the same lorry arrived again ...