We are really enjoying living on the Spanish coast. The sound of the waves enter our apartment all day long. The breeze is fresh and crisp, alternating between chilly at night and warm in the day. We have been walking along the 3 mile promenade both north and south and we have even begun to walk along the waterline. The beach is a weird mix of very fine sane and some brown clay. It compacts very tightly and thus is easy to drive on. Only the official town vehicles are allowed to drive on it. The dogs are allowed on the beach which provides no end of entertainment. If the owner lets the dog off the lead the dog invariably gets the zoomies and takes off like a bat out of hell. There have been mini-packs of dogs on the promenade. One lady has four yorkies and a different couple has five chihuahuas.
In the store we marvel at the variety of pringle flavors. Turkish Kebab is one of the "passport" flavors. Kicking sour cream, paprika and hot and spicy are the first four
Pizza, cheese and onion, Texas BBQ and cheese and chili finish up the eight pack
We need to check out this place
Nice looking
But lacking much variety
In the elevator we find the "we are getting attacked by a giant" button. We did not press this button
The last bit of sunshine
Oops, we had a problem with the mechanical shutters
The castle on the hill continues to beckon
What has happened here? Hooligans knocking down barriers?
Ice cream always sooths a post hooligan experience
Perched on the edge of the hill
A strangely iridescent cloud
Rainbow-ish
At least twice a day a ship arrives on the jetty and unloads rocks
Lots of rocks
A paraglider
Making noise and zooming along
He would drop down almost to beach level and then zoom back up again
Happy hour in a coffee cup
Sunday morning we awoke to see houses on the beach
One team drawing a wagon and many other singles
There were probable a dozen horses
Some walking
Some in full gallop
Sometimes bunched together
Other times a single would head out on their own
They also liked to go into the water
Since the water was rough and the day a bit rainy the rock ship needed help from a tug boat
A larger group
What great fun
Flying across the beach
Had to get back on that horse
This is a map of a bus route. It looks like a dog!
The rain continues
A pretty collie
The next day it is sunny again and all of the horses hoof tracks are still in the sand
Except where the sand-bonni has driven
Dry foot
Wet foot
Looking back at out building
Ours in on the left bottom apartment just above the palm trees
A dead fish says howdy
The season is over and the beach is getting winterized
The walkways are getting picked up
Stacked up and removed by the bigger equipment
Mr. cat watches on
Funky graffiti
Trying new recipes with zucchini and parmesan, getting toasty in the oven
