As you might have noticed, it was hard to tell where we were last week. We were obviously by the sea and there was a tropical feel. Here are a couple of more photos that might yield some more clues:
Does this help? If you have actually been in the town where we stayed, you would probably recognize it.
If I told you that this was Alphonso XII would you know where it is? He was the King of Spain and he came here to Nerjas after an earthquake and renamed the area where his statue is, The Balcony of Europe.
Nerjas is a town in southern Spain, right on the Mediterranian Sea not far from Malaga which is where we were. I had never heard of it before but Maurice’s son was there visiting his girlfriend so we made a trip. It turned out to be a really nice town. It has an interesting old town, a little beach and is a good setting out point to explore Andalucia in the southern part of Spain.
I’m sure you would have guessed Spain if I had put this photo up first.
And this would have been an easy clue too. We ate alot of Tapas. There are either a sort of hors d’ouvres or a small plate of food. It is a fun way to taste many different types of dishes while in Spain. I drank a lot of Sangria as well.
We stayed at a nice hotel but they must have had a special deal going with the countries of Germany and England because it was packed with mainly old people from there. After having visited England I can see why the English would flock to Spain. The prices are so much less expensive. At first Maurice and I felt really young and wondered why everyone was so old but then realized that we were probably about the median age there. The hotel had an enormous breakfast buffet and every morning I would sit there and look at people, killing time as Maurice ate his huge breakfast-I am not a breakfast person and was done in five minutes after some cereal and fruit. Many of the German men were tall, with gray hair and glasses and reminded me of the photos in the newspapers of that awful Austrian man who had kept his daughter locked up for 24 years. And there was the German lady, so well dressed in the mornings and sporting a spectacular tan which she gained while sunning out by the pool all day topless on her lounger. Many of the English people would give quick little looks as they walked by her at the pool. And there was a strange little English man wearing screaminly yellow short pants with a strange hair do that I called “The Pouf”. He grew his hair long at the neck and, somehow, I guess with hairspray, had it brought up over the back of his head to the front to cover a bald spot. Donald Trump looks good next to him. It was so awful I got so I couldn’t bear to look at it. Two days at the hotel we spent lounging by the pool but three others we spent exploring Andalucia. I will share some photos in the next posts.