Arrival in Andalusia

Trip Start Jan 20, 2009
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Trip End Jan 30, 2009


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Flag of Spain and Canary Islands  , Andalusia,
Wednesday, January 21, 2009

It was a relatively smooth flight but got quite bumpy near the end. Worse, as were sent into a holding pattern, I began to feel nauseated. It was awful, especially as it became clear that I wasn't going to be able to fight this one off. Vomited (into a barf bag - a first, for me) several times, then, once we had wheels down, I called the flight attendant for help. She moved me into the head for the duration - gave me cold compresses - and, as I deplaned, handed me another (large) plastic bag and soda water.

We had invitations to the arrivals lounge - so we went there (after Immigrations and Customs) to shower - felt great. I was able to change clothes, too. Had some water and coffee, then decided to head over to Terminal 5.

Missed the train by seconds, and it was cold waiting the fifteen minutes for the next one. Still, easy through check in (used the self-serve kiosks) and security ... although the rollers decided to break just as we were passing through - a delay of a few minutes.

We selected seats in the central waiting area, where we could watch the Big Board for when our flight was called. Pas slept while Mum and I chatted.

The flight to Malaga was fine: on-time, half-empty (we each had three seats to ourselves). I slept, waking with the Captain's announcement then minutes before landing.

Passed easily through Immigration - no customs to speak of, which meant no Customs officials demanding bribes like the last time I went through Malaga. Got the rental car and started heading west, along the coast, opting to take the slow road through the center of towns.

I was expected lots of hotels along the beaches, but the entire distance from Malaga to Estepona is buildings: mostly hotels and restaurants, or holiday apartments. Most are reasonably attractive, but one only receives glimpses of the sea. Still, it was a lovely day - clear but windy and cold.

We found our hotel just west of downtown Estepona - lovely hotel, very good service. It would be delightful during the season, where one could enjoy being out of doors, but it should be fine for now. We have two very nice rooms - I have a corner, with views both up and down the coast from the (large) balcony.

Pas and I scoped out the spa and made appointments for him and Mum. Then we took a brief stroll around the gardens (searching for the indoor pool, no to avail).

While Mum napped, I checked email, sent photos of the hotel to Paul.

Around 7:30pm, we drove into town for dinner. Found a parking space near a small pedestrian walkway. Many of the bars and cafes were open, but few people were out and about as it is so damn cold! Could easily imagine walking along this street on a balmy summer night - it was be ideal.

Found a small pizza shop - just a few bar tables with high stools - but tasty pizza and lasagna. We chatted a bit with the chef (tossing pizza dough) and the waiter; high-fived each other as the television showed photos from Obama's inauguration. "No more war," said the chef. "Yes, that's one thing of many," I replied.

After dinner, we received a glass of a very tasty limon-coco digestivo. I love the practice of giving gratis in these small cafes. Make one feel welcome. The entire meal, with drinks, was €20 for the three of us.

Returned to hotel, to have a hot bath, read, and sleep.
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