Monday/Tuesday 2/3 June
Arrived late on Monday evening after we had overshot the turn off for our hotel from the A7, Costa del Sol. Still we had a passable plate of salad and fish in the nearby port amongst several other Brits before retiring. This strip is as I had imagined; too many pubs! How we British can spoil things, it's shaming.
On Tuesday we travelled inland to Casares where my cousin and his family live in an interesting urbanisacion (spelt?) , half of which is incomplete buildings or empty apartments and houses. My cousin, Simone informs us that the house buying boom that this part of the country still expect is just not happening. It made the area seem neglected. Their block was charming however, terracotta higgledy piggledy apartments surrounded by beautiful gardens of bougainvillea and palms, totally overgrown as the maintenance payments have lapsed. Also a large swimming pool, (yet to be cleaned for the summer) and tennis courts, where, after having a plate of Simone's delicious pasta, we bashed a ball about with Simone and Luisa's lovely boys. We lost pathetically to Matteo's skills. Daniel gave up with me as I am just too bad at any ball games.
We had a beer in the pretty hill town of Casares, then travelled back to the coast for a (much,much better than last night) fish meal in a restaurant they knew well on the beach. A perfect spot for the boys as they could play football in a small park next door and fish off some rocks (Daniel came back with one small crab).
Matteo and Daniel very kindly gave up their bedroom for us, so we spent a comfortable night amongst Lego, football posters and dinosaurs.
Estepona
Casares
Chiapparinis
Arrived late on Monday evening after we had overshot the turn off for our hotel from the A7, Costa del Sol. Still we had a passable plate of salad and fish in the nearby port amongst several other Brits before retiring. This strip is as I had imagined; too many pubs! How we British can spoil things, it's shaming.
On Tuesday we travelled inland to Casares where my cousin and his family live in an interesting urbanisacion (spelt?) , half of which is incomplete buildings or empty apartments and houses. My cousin, Simone informs us that the house buying boom that this part of the country still expect is just not happening. It made the area seem neglected. Their block was charming however, terracotta higgledy piggledy apartments surrounded by beautiful gardens of bougainvillea and palms, totally overgrown as the maintenance payments have lapsed. Also a large swimming pool, (yet to be cleaned for the summer) and tennis courts, where, after having a plate of Simone's delicious pasta, we bashed a ball about with Simone and Luisa's lovely boys. We lost pathetically to Matteo's skills. Daniel gave up with me as I am just too bad at any ball games.
We had a beer in the pretty hill town of Casares, then travelled back to the coast for a (much,much better than last night) fish meal in a restaurant they knew well on the beach. A perfect spot for the boys as they could play football in a small park next door and fish off some rocks (Daniel came back with one small crab).
Matteo and Daniel very kindly gave up their bedroom for us, so we spent a comfortable night amongst Lego, football posters and dinosaurs.
Casares
Chiapparinis
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