Hotel Sierra Hidalga
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Anyway, that's up ahead. Or not. After a stopover in KL and a couple of nights with friends in Sussex, when we visited the delightful town of Whitstable in Kent, we have now had a few days at our shared apartment near San Pedro and around 8 minutes by car from Puerto Banus. That's about as far south ...
... even better than the train journey we didn't make!).
Ronda, especially for it's location, was just magical. The views were just something and the town itself atmospheric. It would have been such a disappointment not to make the effort to see it.
After getting back from Ronda in the late afternoon we wandered around the seaside which
is very much like the Gold Coast of Queensland, Australia – full of tourists, bars, cafes / restaurants and souvenir shops.
... normal ones, like what us Brits have. Some of them the cars coming onto the roundabouts had the right of way, like what the French have sometimes. And some of them you couldn't tell who's bloody right of way it was, like what the Córdobans have. Fortunately it was the car in front of me that nearly got hit, and not me, I was blindly following him because he had Spanish plates and I thought he knew what he was doing, maybe he did know what he was doing and he was ...
... a great seat to watch the comings and goings of people. Elaine came to do some paperwork. The Beast's troika had walked a trail. The excuse me crowd gathered by 1915 to head to the guitar soiree.
Only three going out for the group dinner: Diego, Jennifer and Puppy Dog. Should have paid more attention to where but it was nearby. I am not at all hungry.
John down at 1945 and off we went. We meandered around. Some spots were just not open this early. We did ...
The train ride from Madrid to Granada was very comfortable. A good chance to finish my book and watch the hundreds of thousands olive trees go by. A little napping happened, too. Orchard after orchard stretched out of sight over the rolling hills. Some were old and some newly planted. It reminded me of driving though the vineyards in California. The trees are kept short, so that in the older orchards the trunks are very thick and gnarly. The young groves ...